Chapter 13
We gorged on raw, dripping deer meat until we could barely move. And while my human brain found the feast distasteful, I had to admit that the uncooked flesh filled a void within my lupine body that had previously been gaping cavernously empty.
As a result, I expected my wolf brain to dance with satiated joy as our stomach finally reached full capacity. But the backlash from the broken pack bond had knocked her into silence instead.
While I licked my muzzle clean as best I could, I debated my wolfless state. Until recently, I’d generally figured a day without comments from the peanut gallery was a good day. And, from a more functional perspective, my animal half’s current absence was actually a boon because it kept her submissive nature a secret from Quill for a little while
