CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

Fighting for love

The meal prepared by the pack’s kitchen staff looked delectable, but she could hardly taste her food above the tension between her and Max.

“You should eat more, you've lost too much weight since you left.” Max glared at her plate which consisted of a single egg, a slice of toast, and one rasher of bacon. She could see the disapproval in his eyes.

“I don’t have much of an appetite.” She tensed up. She knew they would notice, but she never expected him to mention it outright.

“I don’t believe you, you hardly ate last night.” He narrowed his eyes at her and her hands balled up into fists.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do!” Star snapped and pushed back her chair, she’d had just about enough of his scrutiny. She discarded the leftover food and rushed out of the dining hall, she could hear Max following her, but her agitation kept her gaze focussed ahead.

“Star, stop!” Max’s firm grip pulled her to a stop, the jerk causing a tear to fall