40. Warm Mornings and Old Dreams
Raven
The dining hall of the Silver Claws pack was a grand thing. It was wide and high-ceilinged, lined with tall windows that let the early light pour in like liquid gold. The long table of dark wood stretched down the center, but today, only two seats were set.
One for the Alpha and the other for the woman who was suddenly no longer just the breeder: me.
Ha!
I sat straight-backed, my fingers resting lightly on the polished surface, my eyes drifting to the sunlight catching the edge of my tea. The seat across from me was empty for only a few moments before Norman entered, sleeves rolled up, a slight flush to his face from the walk over. He was now in formal attire.
There was something different about seeing him here. It was casual, comfortable, al
