“Lorelai!” a deep voice growled a while later, waking me up.
I stirred and opened my eyes. Brax was gone, and I shot up. s**t, I was going to be late for dinner.
And I was almost one hundred percent certain I wasn’t going to like eyeball stew for dinner.
24. The Witch
I bathed and dressed faster than I ever had, combed through my long dark strands of hair, then met my alphas outside my suite.
Brax chuckled, obviously back to the Brax I knew. “You’re going to get us in trouble, Spitfire, but I have a feeling you quite enjoy that concept.”
He laughed, and I smirked. I did.
“Let’s go. I’m starving, and even eyeball stew sounds more appealing than having to eat with the pack tonight after today’s…issues.” Derik sighed.
“Why?” I asked, and he cleared his throat.
“It got to the
