Lunch was tense.
More pack members had returned from patrol, but instead of relieving the tension, their presence seemed to increase it.
They spoke in hushed voices. Kept glancing toward the windows. Jumped at sudden sounds.
Something had them spooked.
Evie was halfway through her meal when she noticed Thomas.
He sat at the far end of the table, not eating.
Just pushing food around his plate, staring at it like it contained answers to questions he couldn't voice.
His hands were shaking. Face pale. Eyes darting to the door every few seconds like calculating escape routes.
When he looked up and their eyes met, what she saw in his face made her stomach drop.
Pure, undiluted terror.
Then he looked away quickly. Too quickly. Shoved back from the table and practically ran from the r
