Chapter 8. A Dream

This time, when the plate of food was brought into my room, I didn’t throw it away but gulped down the food like a starving animal, which I technically was.

The girl who brought the food was startled by the way I had ripped the plate of food from her before she could place the tray down and begin eating, but she didn’t wait around. She flew out of the door as I settled on the floor, ripping the grilled meat with my hands and teeth.

“She is eating,” I heard the girl gasp out to the guard at the door the moment she left the room.

“You’re joking,” Marcus told her. I could hear the disbelief in his voice, and I didn’t blame him. I would too if I were in his shoes.

“Would I joke about something like that? I’m off. I need to tell Alpha Zion that she finally ate,” The girl told Marus. She made a move to leave, but he stopped her.

“Seems the Alpha’s visit was the nudge she needed to start eating. I was getting worried she was going to die at that rate. I’m glad