Chapter 37

Alex's POV

As we made our way to the packed kitchen, the aroma of meat filled the air, guiding us to our destination. The kitchen was bustling with activity, with several werewolves busy preparing the ingredients for breakfast the next day. It seemed late for dinner, but I was grateful that they were accommodating our needs.

Nathan and I approached one of the werewolves who seemed to be overseeing the cooking. He had a strong build, with a hint of silver in his hair. He looked up from his task and greeted us with a nod.

"Good evening," he said in a deep, gruff voice. "How can I help you?"

"We were wondering if we could get something to eat," I replied politely, feeling a pang of hunger.

The werewolf smiled warmly, his eyes glinting with friendliness. "Of course! We have some leftovers from dinner. I can fix you a plate."

I thanked him, grateful for their hospitality. As he prepared our food, Nathan still hadn't let go of my hand. I glanced at him,