I had barely finished half of my dinner when I suddenly lost my appetite to finish it. No matter how hard I tried to swallow each piece of meat I put in my mouth, I just couldn't do it. Instead of forcing myself, I quietly pushed my plate away and picked up the glass of cold water in front of me.
I quickly drank it all, only to suffer a terrible brain freeze in return.
I also tried to avoid looking at Marcus and the woman beside him—whom I still didn't know, not even her name. It remained a mystery to me what her relationship was with the king of the wolves.
I exhaled sharply, silently hoping that doing so would somehow ease the heaviness in my chest.
Why did the sight of King Marcus and that woman earlier affect me so much?