-PHOEBE'S POV-
My breath caught.
As still as a boulder, I watched his movements as he eyed me the way a cat would prey his mouse. "Rawrr!" Was the only thing I heard in my head.
Today was judgment day. My day of conviction.
Thankfully, the growl of my belly dragged my attention to the stainless steel tray that concealed my meal. Instantly, my appetite took over my thought process. Suddenly, nothing else mattered except to satiate my hunger.
Removing the tray cover to see barbeque ribs with mashed potatoes and lettuce, I smiled and licked my lips. Alpha Terryl cleared his throat, perhaps I was rude to not acknowledge him on his arrival. Yeah, I was supposed to bow in respect. Yikes! It was the delectable meal that distracted me. So, let's not discuss how nervous I was originally abou
