Chapter 15 Fifteen
- Zeke's POV
- The heavy oak dining table groaned under the weight of untouched food, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows across the stone walls. Plates clinked, and silverware scraped, but I barely heard any of it. My foot tapped an impatient rhythm beneath the table, the sound drowned by the murmuring voices of the pack's higher ranks.
- I was waiting.