Connor sensed that something was wrong with Annette. He could feel her wolf getting restless. He gently pressed Annette's shoulder.
He was reminding Annette that there were many werewolves at present, and she needed to control her wolf.
Otherwise, other werewolves would sense that Annette was a Rogue.
It would be very dangerous for Annette.
Annette took a deep breath and slowly calmed down. But her gaze didn't shift.
As he followed her gaze, he realized that she was looking at Lance Fisher, Black Thorn Pack's Alpha. Lance was chatting with someone in his wheelchair.
"Do you know him?" When Connor saw Lance, he naturally thought of Austin.
"No." Annette let go of Connor's arm and shook her head.
"OK then. Do you want to eat something?"
"Yes," she said, wearing an unnatural expression.
"Come sit with me." He brought her to a table in the corner. "Just take a seat here. What do you want to eat?"
"Anything."
