Mason POV
Dad and the other men were sitting waiting for me. I followed a staff member in as she wheeled a trolley full of food for breakfast. The smell of bacon and sausages had my stomach telling me it was time to put something in there, and I watched as the woman placed the plates on the table one by one, and, lastly, the coffee and cups.
I sat on the sofa next to Dad, and David served the breakfast. It seemed they took it in turns to be the server, and one day it would be my turn to do it. They made it sound like an honor to be the one who gave us a plate of food, and though I did not understand the meaning behind what they were trying to convey, I enjoyed their company too much to question it deeply.
‘So Mason, Zoren tells us, that you are looking for information about wolves that
