As the omegas moved efficiently between the benches, setting down the steaming meats, fresh bread, and rich stews Rose had just helped prepare, the usual morning chatter of the Night root warriors was replaced by a heavy silence.
Word of the showdown in the kitchen had already rippled through the pack. The omegas were not hiding their quiet pride as they served the high table, and several younger warriors were stealing glances at Rose. The story of how a human stray had calmly brought the arrogant Tanya down to earth to defend the lower ranks had given the warriors something entirely unexpected to think about.
Tanya sat on the opposite side of the high table, her fork scraping aggressively against her plate. Her cheeks were flushed a tight, angry red, and she refused to look at the staff
