It was nothing like the opulent feasts that Isaac and I were accustomed to, with their delicate presentations and exotic ingredients. But somehow, it was even more delicious. There was something about the simplicity of it, the knowledge that everything had been grown or caught or made by the hands of my people, that made every bite taste better.
Isaac and I found seats at one of the long tables, and I was immediately surrounded by pack members eager to talk to their returned Alpha. An elderly woman told me stories about my mother’s cooking. A young father introduced me to his twin daughters, who couldn’t have been more than six years old and kept giggling every time I looked at them.
It was overwhelming in the best possible way. For the first time in my life, I felt like I truly be
