Tyler seems nervous, like he's been placed under the microscope. His eyesight lingers slightly to his friends, and the way he's squirming makes me realize just how intense Matthew's stare is.
He pieces his words carefully. "Holms clearly knows how to fight. I learn a lot from her."
Tyler is one of the only people who knows I come from Sparta other than Matthew's close circle of confidants. Sage looks like she's about to burst out laughing, watching as her Alpha tries to interrogate one of my friends.
I quickly retain Matthew's attention by putting my hand on his chest, his eyes meeting mine.
"I'm kind of hungry," I tell him softly. "Let's go inside and grab some food."
Matthew doesn't hesitate. He nods his head, pulling my body with him toward the house. I peek over my shoulder, seein
