Phoebe hesitantly stepped into the dining hall. Her face immediately warmed as the scant crowd turned their attention to her. By now, most probably knew about the confrontation between her and the princess as well as the king’s ultimatum. She hadn’t even been among them for a year, and she was already bringing danger to the pack. Yet as she studied their expressions, she didn’t see any resentment or anger. Rather, they all seemed hopeful and happy.
“Over here,” Lucille waved.
Nervously, Phoebe crossed the room and settled in the seat across from her sister and mother-in-laws. They both smiled with knowing grins, making Phoebe’s face heat up again.
“We were beginning to wonder if we were going to have to call the fire brigade,” Lucille teased.
“S-sorry we worried you,” Phoebe mumbled
