The dining room smelled rich and heavy with food.
Roasted meat, fried chicken, thick sauce, and vegetables filled the air. Sitting proudly in the middle of the table was Kael’s favorite meal. Macaroni cheese. Creamy, warm, and comforting. Just the way he liked it.
I even ordered his favorite drink. Pinacolada.
The human restaurant never failed me. They prepared everything exactly how I wanted it. Humans never sensed danger the way wolves did.
“Perfect,” I muttered, fixing the plates one last time.
Tonight was not just any night. Tonight was about planning.
Kael had been watching me closely. He suspected me. I could see it in his eyes, feel it in the way he spoke to me. Coming home to see dinner waiting for him would confuse him. It would make him doubt his thoughts. Make him w
