Lunch at Silver Fang was unexpectedly peaceful.
Considering the history between the two packs—or, more accurately, the history between the wolves sitting at the same table—Julia had expected the meal to be far more uncomfortable. But somehow, it wasn't.
The Silver Fang food hall was filled with the usual sounds of lunchtime. Conversations blended together throughout the large room. Plates and utensils clinked against tables. Warriors spoke quietly among themselves while other pack members ate with their families.
Bloodmoon warriors occupied several nearby tables, their presence drawing occasional curious glances from Silver Fang members.
That was understandable. Bloodmoon rarely entered another pack's territory in such numbers, and even though its warriors had begun training with other
