IT WASN’T UNTIL THEY were interrupted by Sirin and Naneni bringing the cassava that Aalyan remembered his manners and offered his guests some food. It was no accident the meeting had been set away from the communal areas, but the teenagers were happy to go grab them some fresh fruit and water if it meant they could get a break before they had to resume hauling their load.
Libi’s twin brothers went for it with gusto, which Aalyan couldn’t even blame them for, it was probably the first time in their lives that they could eat with no guilt or fear. It was only now, after two months with the Jaguars, that Aalyan was beginning to understand eating could be a pleasure not born out of silencing the terrible pangs of hunger.
The Leopard pack had changed a lot since he’d left, a lot more courting
