Chapter 37. Enemy or Ally

Nate

I stab my fork into the scrambled eggs on my plate and swallow through my anger. Our talk with Sarah was a disaster. She was not ready to talk about her wolf, and I made things worse.

"Maybe, accusing her of suppressing her wolf was a bad start."

"I know, Dante, thank you," I answer sulkily for the hundredth time.

His anger fuels my regret, which kept me up all night. It was the worst possible approach. I was so excited to tell her what I found out that I didn’t think through the meanings of my words.

I push away my plate and sit back in my chair. The packhouse cafeteria is slowly filling up with primarily hungry warriors coming in after their morning training.

As I scan the crowd- jealousy eats at me each time I see a mated couple- my eyes meet Lissa’s as she stands with a filled plate in her hands.

Her smile brightens upon meeting mine as I force it on my face. Unclenching my fist to wave at her has