Chapter 8

We ate dinner at his cousin’s house. Mark and David had been married for seventeen years, and I could see how in love they still were. Mark, Trey’s cousin, doted on his husband, and the meal looked delicious. I was a little surprised when Mark set a plate before me. But I didn’t dig in, even as the three wolves began eating.

“Is something wrong?” Mark asked, and it took me a second to realize he was speaking to me.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Before I could even get my thoughts in order, Trey touched the back of my neck.

“Eat, Asher.”

“I, uh,” I kept my voice low, even though I knew it was stupid. The kitchen wasn’t that big, and wolves’ hearing was exceptional. “I’m allowed?”

Mark gasped, David make a choking noise, but it was Trey’s growl that held my attention. I could hear the anger in it, but I somehow knew it wasn’t directed at me. Trey took a deep breath, and I watched as he reined in his wolf.