Chapter 7: The Feast

The food. Holy fuck, the food. If I didn’t have a tingling bite from an alpha on my thigh that was still making my blood burn then I could’ve sworn I was in heaven. I never cared about food, it was a means to an end, a by-product of survival instinct, but one meal from the wolves and I had changed my mind. Flavor burst in my mouth. A succulent piece of pork with loud crackling and mouthwatering apple sauce coated my tongue, and it was better than anything I’d ever tasted. I moaned as it slid down my throat, closing my eyes to savor the taste. When I opened them, Nikolai was smirking at me. I glared. “Some of us don’t have the privileges of food with flavor,” I snapped, embarrassed at the way I had fawned over the food like it was the first meal I’d ever had. In my eyes, it was. The village did what they could and we weren’t starving, but it was always dry and not worth getting excited about. Soggy veggies from the garden, dry meat from the slaughter hut, and some grown herbs that tried