Nyx's POV
I looked up at him. "Are they eating? My family in the dungeons, my pack, are they being fed?"
He didn't answer, just returned to his own food.
"Tell me." My voice came out stronger than I felt. "You said you'd keep them alive and fed. Prove it. Tell me they're eating."
"They're being fed."
"I don't believe you."
His fork clattered against the plate as something dangerous flashed in his eyes. He stood abruptly and walked around the table with deliberate steps.
I shrank back in my chair but he grabbed my chin with one hand, forcing me to look at him, and picked up the bread with his other hand.
"I said eat." His voice was low and controlled. "I need you functional, not starving to death because of misplaced guilt."
He brought the bread to my mouth and I pressed my lips to
