We ended up eating our breakfast for lunch, the kitchen staff having kept the plates of eggs, thick-cut bacon, and fresh fruit warm for us while we slept through the morning. The quiet clinking of silverware against porcelain was a peaceful, grounding sound, but the unanswered questions from the previous night still hung heavily in the air between us.
Demetrius was aggressively tearing into a piece of toast, his appetite ravenous as his Lycan recovered from the sheer exhaustion of the past twenty-four hours.
I set my fork down, tracing the rim of my teacup as I looked across the table at him. "What did you end up doing for the Alpha resolution?" I asked quietly, breaking the silence. "Before you felt my panic and rushed back... how did the meeting conclude?"
Demetrius paused, his dark e
