Chapter 27

Dante and Aria had moved their conversation to inside the tent but somehow I got roped into the tent as well. Now, they were sitting at the table, coffee in front of both of them while I had a feast in front of me. Aria had made an entire breakfast spread for me.

“The boy may be a werewolf but I don’t think he can eat this much, Aria.” Dante chuckled as he took out a cigarette packet and hit it a