Chapter43. The Witch4

No talking or a speech, just serving the food like the villagers did on holidays. It was nice, the feeling of being so comfortable. I got stuck in too, and before long, the conversation drifted from wolves to the full moon and then on to the tougher subject for me to hear about. The heat. “So. Have you told the wolves you have no intention of being available for the heat?” Tabitha asked, her fingers clasping in front of her. Everything went silent, and I cleared my throat, laying my fork on the plate. “We’re in negotiations. The council is aware.” “And how are they taking it?” “Tabitha, not now,” Derik tried, but she chuckled. “She needs to know these things, especially if you plan on keeping her long term.” “I’d like to know,” I interrupted, and Derik pursed his lips. Braxton put his hand on my thigh under the table as Cain leaned forward. “The council are demanding that there be a heat celebration when it comes on.” “I have a feeling I am going to regret asking this, but what is a he