I couldn’t help but smile as I watched Aaron eat. We were sitting in the kitchen after I had gotten annoyed with the looks we kept getting. Aaron didn’t seem to notice them, but when a fully grown werewolf popped his head into the dining hall just to stare at Aaron, I’d had enough. The wolves here seemed too busy to care about us, and were more than happy to give us anything they had around.
Which is why I was currently watching the child devour his third apple tart while a bowl of soup sat in front of him.
Brennan had left soon after Aaron had woken up. He’d seemed satisfied that the pup wasn’t going to go into a rage anytime soon, but something still seemed off with him. The way his gaze lingered on the two of us, a worry set deep within his dark eyes. I wanted to ask him what was goin
