Teasing

The warm morning light filtered through the windows, casting a soft glow over the dining room. The smell of breakfast filled the air—toast, eggs, and coffee—though one particular guest at the table had a different kind of meal.

Arrow sat at the head of the table, sipping from a blood bag, his sharp eyes scanning the room in silence. Chase sat beside him, cradling Emerald in his arms as he fed her from a nursing bottle. The others—Ethan, Blake, Mia, Oliver, Jack, William, and Daniel—were chatting among themselves, but Arrow wasn't paying attention to any of them.

His gaze landed on Blake. A werewolf. Sitting at his table. In his mansion.

His jaw tensed, fingers tightening around the blood bag.

Blake, mid-bite into his toast, noticed the way Arrow was staring at him. He raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Arrow's voice was calm, but there was a sharpness underneath. "I don't recall inviting a mutt into my home."