NOLA
I follow him down to the kitchen, watching the way he moves, his naked torso gleaming in the dim light. He looks like a tiger in a cage, even in his own home, his movements fluid and restless. He pulls a massive steak from the fridge, not even bothering with a pan at first before he catches my expression and sighs, tossing it onto the grill.
"You’re going to eat that almost raw, aren't you?" I ask, leaning against the counter, my arms crossed over my chest to stop them from shaking.
"It’s how the wolf likes it," he says with a shrug, though he manages a small, weary smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "And the wolf is currently screaming at me that we have a father to rescue, that we have a debt to settle with Marcus."
"We," I repeat, the word echoing in the room, feeling both like
