18 His wolf

Dahlia's POV Continued

Sitting by the fire, the warmth of it licked my face as I watched the flames dancing while I ate the dinner that had been given to me.

The stew warmed me on the inside with every small bite I managed to take. Savoring each bite wondering if these were the types of meals I could be hoping for every day, or if this is the last full hearty meal I will be allowed to lure me into a false sense of security.

Alanah is sceptical but she also wants me to go and stand at his door to inhale his scent further. It seems to be putting her in a bit of a frenzy. As the time progresses, the stronger she gets, especially now that we are eating something with substance, the stronger his scent keeps developing.

I honestly have trouble differentiating whether my mouth is watering from his strong scent, or if it's from the food.

When I finished the stew, as well as the piece of bread I used to sop up the rest, I placed the tray over onto the table sitting between the chairs.

I had