This evening I practically skipped to dinner after my new found knowledge. I'm not a horrible woman, and my pull to Ryder isn't wrong. With a genuine smile on my face I stroll into the dining room. My assigned seat next to Chris had been taken by Bentley. I'm not surprised, he thinks he's making a power play to prove my place in the pack hierarchy. He doesn't realize I feel relieved that I don't have to sit there. "Tessa, come here we've saved a seat for you." Chase calls out. I smile and move ...