Chapter 85

• Dinner felt too quiet—unnaturally quiet for a house filled with wolves pretending to be ordinary. Zane sat beside me, jaw clenched, calculating something behind those silver-rimmed eyes. Jace mirrored him on my other side, drumming his fingers on the table like he was seconds away from snapping. They looked like princes forced into a peasant feast—tense, unreadable, waiting for the next threat to reveal itself.
• The silence strangled me.
• I nudged Zane gently under the table. At least say thank you, my eyes pleaded. We were guests in the Beta’s home and they had treated us with a warmth I didn’t trust, but still—hospitality was hospitality.