Chapter 10: The Trojan Horse
The cottage smelled of roasted chicken and rosemary.
It was a domestic scent. It was the scent of a normal family having a normal dinner on a Tuesday night.
But nothing about this night was normal.
I stood at the kitchen island. I chopped vegetables with a little too much force. The knife hit the cutting board with a sharp rhythm that matched the anxious beating of my heart.
Leo sat at the table behind me. He was coloring in his notebook. He was humming a song he had learned at school today.
"Mommy," Leo said without looking up. "Is the Alpha coming to eat all the food?"
I paused. I wiped my hands on a towel.
"He is coming to have dinner," I corrected. "And his name is Kael. You can call him Mr. Blackwood if you want to be polite."
"He has big teeth,"
