Dinner that night felt like walking into a battle neither of them was armed for.
Ashina descended the stairs at seven, her stomach tight with nerves. The dining hall hummed with conversation pack members already seated, food being served, the casual chaos of three hundred wolves eating together. Every head turned when she entered.
She'd expected that. What she hadn't expected was to see Kendrick already standing at the head table, clearly waiting for her. He wore dark slacks and a fitted shirt instead of his usual casual wear, like he'd made an effort. Their eyes met across the room. He didn't smile knew better than that but his expression asked a question, Still okay with this?
Ashina took a breath and walked toward the dais.
