I turned toward the head of the table.
Cain was already seated.
He had changed out of his training clothes and into a simple black shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms.
Even sitting down, he somehow carried the commanding presence of an Alpha.
His sharp eyes met mine for the briefest moment.
Just one second. Then he looked away.
My heart gave a slight flutter.
Seriously?
After everything that happened?
Traitor.
Beside him sat Zane, who greeted us with his usual warm smile.
“There you are,” he said. “We were beginning to think you’d decided to skip dinner.”
“I almost did,” I replied, taking my seat opposite Cain.
I deliberately avoided looking in his direction. I wasn’t ready to make things easy for him. Not yet.
Iris sat beside me, completely unaware of the silent ba
