CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
When it came to Tiara cooking, that girl was sure as hell talented as was Niran. She had done more than ninety-five percent of the cooking and probably all I’d done was prepare a few of the spices and arrange the dinner table. As I looked at everyone eating dinner, chatting here and there, I felt happiness and contentment. Being with my friends like this was what I loved the most about living here. I felt Niran reach under the dinner table, his fingers intertwining with mine. This week had been extremely long and a lot had happened but at least were ending the weekend on a good note but I guess that thought had crossed my mind way too soon. We were almost through with dinner when suddenly the door literally burst open and what I presumed to be a very angry werewolf cam
