Derek's grip was still ironclad around Kira's fingers. She tried to pull away as he led her towards the table where the alphas, betas and their wives were now seated, being served dinner.
"Calm down," Kira whispered.
"I am calm," Derek muttered, halting just long enough to face her.
"You are vibrating like a drum."
His brows furrowed. "No, I'm not. I told you to be careful here."
"We were just talking. Or is he one of the enemies I should be careful about?"
"No. He isn't worthy of being my enemy. Just an alpha of a small, quiet pack at the edge of the West." He shrugged. "Weird pack."
"Hmm," Kira breathed.
He led her back to the table and pulled out a chair beside his for her.
The meal was a sumptuous spread: herb-crusted lamb chops with a rich red wine reduction, served alongside creamy garlic mashed potatoes and buttered asparagus
"Please, enjoy yourselves," Alpha Lucas said as they took their seats.
