Leela was halfway through her second chicken leg when she felt the silence drop over the table.
The conversation had died. It wasn't just Jax anymore; half the pack was staring. Not judgmentally, just with wide-eyed curiosity, watching a petite runaway demolish a plate of food that could have easily choked a bear.
To Leela, it felt like she was sitting under a spotlight. The shame hit her. She wasn't dining; she was feeding like an animal. She swallowed hard and dropped the bone. It hit her fork making it clatter against the dinner plate. She wiped her mouth and lowered her head, the ravenous hunger instantly replaced by a huge knot of embarrassment.
Across the table, Jax let out an amused bubble of laughter. "Don't stop on my account. It was like watching a Shark Week documentary. Impr
