A private dining area had been set aside for Clara and the alpha. Hand painted landscapes filled the spaces that the tapestries had left bear. They were of different regions. A small hole in Clara’s heart hollows out when she sees a wonderfully accurate painting of her home region. She would recognise the slightly orange dirt roads in another life. The variety in food was more sparce than what she had been used to in Nesta. Whatever spices and herbs had been used for the meats seasoning however, had not gone down badly. The pair had eaten in silence, the logs crackling in the open fireplace having been the only noise. The silence sets Clara on edge. Where being under the constant scrutiny of the alpha and luna of Nesta had been irritating. Logan’s silence and occasional ghost of his gaze w
