5
Rafe
“Dinner is served.” It’s shift two of Adele’s job, and she’s back at the lodge, waving all of us to the table. This time Sadie joined us. I invited her so we’d be on our best behavior.
“Adele, this looks great,” Sadie gushes. And it does. Huge silver domes cover our plates. We lift them together. I brace myself, expecting hotdogs. But no, it’s steak. About six of them, stacked high on my plate. Giant, thick cuts of meat.
My wolf is officially in love.
“Aww, yeah,” Deke mutters. Next to him, his mate Sadie shoots him a grin.
“Meat. As ordered,” Adele announces. “All different cuts. There’s ribeye, tenderloin and Porterhouse. And filet mignon for the ladies.”
“Thanks for that.” Sadie’s voice holds laughter. Her plate has a much smaller cut of meat and what looks like some roast
