AZIEL
The new chef that Constance had employed prepared a lavish meal for the entire pack. So far that was the only reasonable thing she did for the good of the pack, well, actually for her own good.
The dining buzzed with activities as the scent of meat broth and oven-baked bread filled the air. I sat at the head of the long table, the pack members around me eagerly digging into their plates. I took a bite of the bread, followed by a spoonful of broth, but it tasted like sawdust in my mouth.
"Aziel, are you alright?" Constance asked, her voice becoming a slow poison in my system I desperately needed to get off.
"Fine," I replied curtly, forcing down another bite. The taste was bland, empty. It had been two months since Alora left, and despite Constance's whining and chatter, nothing
