6
John
The smell of meat roasting drifted from the kitchen and wafted through the lodge house to the meeting room. My stomach grumbled in response, but my own hunger seemed an afterthought.
“Did you get something to eat?” I mind-linked Fallon. She was sitting across the oak desk looking every bit the cold and collected female I’d first laid eyes on during the show.
“I’ll eat at the festival tonight.” The tone she used with me was soft and I stared a moment longer, wondering how she could do that. Her face dared anyone to f**k with her while she calmly placated me, but I physically felt the nervousness she refused to acknowledge.
“Is Shirley making venison roast?” Bryant, my Beta and second in command, sniffed the air. He was a military veteran shifter who wore the deputy sheriff badg
