He follows that bombshell with, “I hope you like venison.”
I stumble into the dining room, where a large table is set for two at one end.
“It’s very fresh,” he goes on. “I hunted it myself during the full moon.”
I can’t get past his earlier statement. “You did it?”
“Well, you know. The only things to do during the full moon are f**k, fight, or hunt.” He pulls a chair out for me and I sit obediently, out of habit.
“I’m not talking about the deer!” I lean toward him as he sits and for some reason, I lower my voice like we’re in danger of being overheard. “You invoked the Right of Accord? Your pack has a Right of Accord?”
He nods and lifts his hand to signal the staff for the first course. As the thralls place bowls of pale cream soup in front of us, Nathan elaborates. “All packs operat
