"How are you feeling now, Bella?"
Uncle George asked as the fork clinked on my plate during our meal.
It was just me, Uncle George, and Alaric standing nearby in the dining room. After hearing the news that I had finally woken up from my two-week slumber due to an injury, Uncle George specially invited me to have a meal together.
The old wolf surely knew about what really happened that night, and now he invited me to eat not just to inquire about my condition, but with another purpose in mind.
I glanced briefly at Alaric, who stood not far from the dining table, fearing that Uncle George might start questioning me about the details of that night—and of course, I would have to talk about Alaric.
No, no, if I accidentally spill about Alaric, maybe after this, I would be kidnapped, an
