Jenna was lost, her chest rising too fast, Maren’s wide eyes staring at her like she’d just watched the noose tighten.
“Oh,” Maren breathed. “Oh, you are so dead.”
The dining hall was too quiet after Alpha Kaelion left. His chair was still pulled out, and the faint trace of his scent lingered like smoke after fire.
Jenna sat stiff, her fork untouched, her throat raw from choking on food just moments earlier.
She hated how she felt at the moment.
Maren leaned in again, whispering so low Jenna almost didn’t catch it.
“He looked like he wanted to rip Drake’s throat out. Goddess, Lady Jenna, do you know what you just did?”
Jenna’s fingers clenched around the tablecloth. “I didn’t do anything…Drake just…”
“Drake just got to you before the Alpha did,” Maren hissed. “That’s enough to set
