CHAPTER 272: Breakfast and Buttered Rumours
The dining hall was full as always in the mornings—more crowded now because the wind had turned colder and people wanted the warmth of each other's company more than their privacy.
And what better way to keep up with the latest events happening in the pack than at the dining hall where almost everyone frequented?
The delicious smell of soup, meat, porridge and fresh baked bread, among other things, filled the air along with the conversations.
"Did you hear?" someone asked the people gathered at the table where he sat.
"Hear what?" someone from another table beside the man asked.
"About the Alpha," the man replied.
"He stayed through the night," one woman said, spoon halted halfway to her mouth. Her neighbor, a gray-haired man with a scar at the temple, turned a scoop of porridge and leaned in.
"Who? Orion?" the man asked and half the table looked up, paying attention to the conversation now.
