Aila and Damon sauntered into the kitchen in the morning, where the other pack leaders were already eating at the kitchen island. The atmosphere was light, if not quiet. But it was expected after a day of mourning, not one person but many in the pack. Aila could still feel the weight of every loss, and this was without knowing most of them.
When Aila sat down with her plate full of food, she couldn't help but glance between Chiara and Ajax. They were acting so normal, sitting across from each other, although Chiara kept her gaze down each time Ajax seemed to try and catch it. Aila had to glance down herself after the Gamma caught her stare, so she quickly shoved some scrambled egg into her mouth nervously. Chiara narrowed her eyes slightly but went back to brooding.
