Chapter 32
Nate did not cancel the date.
After the phone in his hand, after the karaoke still, after s*x that had not cleared the air, he stood in the kitchen in a dark shirt and said, “We are still going. If I let her pick our nights, she owns the bond.”
Emilia almost said she could not sit in a room full of other wolves and pretend her stomach was fine.
She put on the dress anyway.
The restaurant sat off campus, back from the road, the kind of place pack kids used when they did not want a dining hall of phones. Wood. Low light. A corner table where Nate could see the door. Emilia smelled the other wolves as soon as they walked in. Two tables of them. One Shadowfang boy from the sophomore class who dropped his eyes when Nate passed. A Silvercrest cousin by the bar who stared at Emili
