Chapter 52

I followed Ethan and Kieran into the dining room, noting the difference from Sebastian’s house. Ethan and Kieran’s home was equally grand but felt lived-in and warm, reflecting a lifetime of memories. The dining room, bright and cheerful, was large enough for a big group. Kieran pulled out a chair for me at the end of the table, and I blushed as I sat between them, with their Dad across from Ethan and their Mom bringing out the platters from the kitchen. As she uncovered the food, my stomach growled at the sight of roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, an array of vegetables, and steaming rolls. Despite the amount, I recalled how werewolves ate more than humans, especially ones Ethan and Kieran’s size. Kieran quickly grabbed a roll, earning a snort and an eye roll from his mom. Ethan, grinning, piled food onto my plate before his own.