Savage Hunt by Jane knight

Chapter Eighty-Seven: Family

Ryan

I followed Jason and Tillie into the formal dining hall. It was the same space that we had talked to her father in earlier. I could tell that being in here made Tillie nervous from the way that she kept looking around the room, her shoulders down slightly like she was waiting for the boogyman to jump out at her. Tillie left the room, making the excuse of fixing up our plates. Jason had followed with Gideon hot on his heels.

When he had all entered the kitchen earlier, it had been pretty obvious that the table in there would have been a tight fit for all of us. Jason had suggested coming in here, but I wished that we could stay in the kitchen. There was just something about the space that felt right, like it was made for those moments together that the other room lacked.

The table, though, wasn’t big enough.

It was a small wooden table that looked well used and would be the perfect size for intimate dinners between Tillie and her parents. But not for all of us. We would have been crowded close together and though we wouldn’t mind it, if her parents showed up there would be no place to join us. The last thing we wanted to do was make them feel like we didn’t want them

around.

Tillie’s dad thought of us as part of his family. I knew that Travis wanted that, too. That it was all that

would be easy to love, much less like. It was his sister though, so I knew I was going to need to learn to get along with her for

I knew that he already thought of Tillie and me as

to accept that he was going to have to

that she was taking another mate. I hadn’t wanted her to. I was already sharing her with my best friend and Travis. It had felt like too much, but when I had seen that spark of fire in

said she knew that she was his mate. I knew that I couldn’t tell her no, just like I couldn’t tell Travis and Jason that they

to suck up my feelings about it and I was going to make sure that he was safe. Because he was Tillie’s and at the end of

looking at him now, I

This man was delicate, his wolf had been just as gentle when I had seen him in the woods. The caregiver in me had known in that moment that he needed someone to take care of him. He wouldn’t have made it

myself in front of him. Blocking the smaller wolf

they had so many others, my heart hurt for him. I couldn’t imagine what it was like to turn feral, but I was glad that they hadn’t let him hurt the omega. My family was