*Zara*

Angelica and I were the only ones sitting in the dining room for lunch, sharing a meal of well-seasoned roast and potatoes. It was comfort food, something that put me at ease because it reminded me somewhat of my pack at home.

A man entered the room. He had an imposing aura and a confident glint to his eye. His eyes were blazing, just like Noah’s. He fastened them on me and gave a formal dip of his head.

Angelica jumped up from her chair and hugged the ...