(Almira’s POV)
After that heated reunion at the Shadow Weavers Pack’s borders, Lysander and I finally decided to talk it out over dinner. Staying at their pack isn't really part of my plan, but I knew I had to talk to him if I really wanted to make this happen.
I arrived at their pack's grand dining hall where the feast is laid out like a celebration of power. Lysander has spared no expense. The long table is laden with roast meats and steaming vegetables prepared by the finest chefs in their pack.
I smiled fakely at the extravagant spread. I’m not sure if this is him being hospitable or boastful. I'm the only one, yet, he’s acting like I came with my people.
"Lysander, you really outdid yourself tonight. But you know I never needed such a feast,” I said, trying to keep polite despite
