Phoebe's POV
I watched Timothy glare at Alpha Phil, his jaw clenched tight. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife, and I could tell he was biting back words that would definitely cause a scene.
"My king, what's your take on this?" Alpha Phil turned to Perry, who'd been silent since the discussion started. The alpha's eyes kept drifting to me, clearly wondering why I was still here.
We'd been having breakfast together, but now they were diving into war talk. Perry should've asked me to leave, but instead he'd told the servant to pile more food on my plate.
Maybe I should've read the room better and excused myself, but honestly, I was starving. Last night's... activities had left me with an appetite I couldn't ignore. Plus, I'd always been a slow eater anyway.
Growing up in the Obsidian Claw pack had taught me to stretch every meal, eating slowly so my brain would think I'd had enough. Weird habit, but it kept the hunger at bay longer.
