Sharing A Meal

I step back, slipping into a defensive stance, and he quickly raises his hands.

"I mean no harm." Nodding toward the fire, he continues, "I smelled the food and thought I'd investigate."

"Who are you?" I scan him top to bottom once more, this time careful not to get distracted.

"Rafael, sentinel guard from Io. Rafe, if you like."

Io. Of course, they brought their own guards. It makes sense when so many members of their pack guardians are here in an unknown arena. Not to mention the rising number of rogue attacks between Io and River Crest's territories.

I force my body to relax out of the defensive stance despite my unease. It's best if I don't do anything that might antagonize even the guards of Io; this alliance is too important, and I'm still in the crosshairs.

"Makayla, sentinel guard for River Crest." I offer a polite bow and try to ignore how imposing his aura is. Does everyone in Io give off such dominating vibes?

"Makayla." My name is a breath in his voice, said softly with mo