Raven’s POV
The dining hall was nothing short of grand. A long table took up most of the space, covered in silver platters, steaming dishes and fresh bread. Everything looked perfect, yet the room felt strangely empty.
It was only the three of us: Jaxon, his mother and me.
I expected to see more people. The Night Howler Pack was a very big pack, and Jaxon had mentioned family before, yet none of his siblings had appeared since we arrived. The thought nagged at me but I pushed it aside. There would be time to ask later.
Lady Rhea placed her cup down with a soft clink and turned to me. “I did not have the chance to speak with you last night,” she said. “You made Jaxon take you away too quickly.”
I wiped my hands on the napkin and smiled. “I think that was Jaxon’s fault.”
Jaxon let out
