Chapter 27: Facing the Wolf

Noah’s

I sat at the dining table. The food in front of me—steak, potatoes, and some green vegetables—smelled better than anything I’d eaten in days. But I could barely focus on the meal, not with Enzo sitting across from me. His eyes were locked on me, and he had a small smile on his face.

It felt weird seeing him like that, not cold or angry, just… watching me. My stomach twisted, not from hunger, but from the intense way he looked at me, as if I ...