Niklaus pressed his lips into a thin line. "Freya, you really dare to go over there?"
Freya gave a light chuckle. "What's there to be afraid of? It's just sharing a table."
She sensed Niklaus's hostility toward Jonas. It puzzled her—Jonas was his classmate from Alpha Academy, and their packs maintained good relations.
While they argued, Jonas's table noticed them. They were all familiar faces, and Jonas glanced up at the pair. Recognizing Niklaus was in a business meeting, he chose not to interrupt.
Niklaus stared at Freya, his expression unreadable as he bent his arm commandingly. "Take my arm."
"It's just lunch, not a formal gala," Freya muttered, irritation seeping into her voice. "Do we really need to be attached at the hip?"
This felt so forced, like he was putting
