"Don't turn back," Violet said quickly when Roman started to glance behind them.
Roman obeyed without a word, sliding his arm across her shoulders and making it look natural.
"There's the banquet table," Griffin said, and they understood at once.
The three of them moved together in that direction. The table was already crowded since wolves always ate plenty, their higher metabolism demanding it. Some of the guests ahead noticed them and immediately stepped aside, smiling as they gave them space.
"No, you don't have to—" Violet began bashfully. They were older, and had come first. She wasn't even here for the food. But the sight of the richly prepared dishes, especially the glistening meats had her mouth watering before she could stop herself.
"Having two mates is a miracle," one elderly woman said warmly. "You're goddess-blessed, child."
"Oh…" Violet blinked, intrigued. So having more than one mate came with privileges. Nice, she'd remember that next time.
