Chapter 22

Every night, they ate dinner under the stars. They always sat in the same social circle; her sitting there, listening to their conversations in their foreign tongue and he remained attentive to his mate. She was thankfully, gaining weight, yet not on her own accord. Her plate, which she made herself, held less food than the smaller children in his pack ate, which concerned him. To counter this, he put extra on his plate and while she was distracted, place some into her plate. After a few weeks, her proportions grew larger but were not yet to a normal size, so he continued his harmless antics. It was never enough to make her sick, just enough to stretch her stomach back out, and he couldn't help the pride of watching her eat the food he gave her, in a way, provided for her. They often tried to coax her into a conversation, switching to their choppy English but she usually give meek answers or just shook her head. The enforcers already saw her as part of their pack and were eager to form