#Chapter 22 Butting Heads

Noah and I prepared to accept Drake into our home. Drake would be staying at Le Palais, the most luxurious hotel in the Nightcrest Pack territory, but for his first night there, we were holding an intimate dinner to welcome him to the area. It would only be Noah, Drake, myself—and Zoe and Adam. “I don’t think you understand,” Zoe said as she helped me to set the table. After the fiasco of the family banquet, Zoe refused to cook anything for Noah again (not that I could blame her), and Noah did not believe that I could even try to make anything acceptable, so Noah hired a private chef for this meal. That left Zoe and me to do nothing more than place plates and silverware on the table while we anxiously awaited our guest of honor. “What don’t we understand?” I asked. “Drake might say that he’s here on business and custody matters, but I know that he’s not,” she insisted. “He’s going to try and harass me. I’m just not sure how, yet.” “We won’t let that happen,” Noah said from his sea