The flight to Silver Mountain had been perfect. It had taken a little over seven hours, putting their arrival just in time for dinner with Dragon Lord Silas Bell. None of the group had met the man before, and that had Kevin and the others on edge. Each of them was dealing with that in their own way. Most were sitting, quietly talking, or reading, but Damian was coping by eating.
“Does anyone want part of this?” Damian asked as he held up a sub sandwich.
Aggie shook her head and said, “Where are you putting all that food? That box was supposed to be for all of us and last until we get home.”
“I don’t know,” Damian shrugged. “When I’m stressed out or nervous, I get hungry. This has me stressed out. I’m acting as the representative for the Obsidian Pack because my mate is the future Gamma,
