Noah POV

Eliana cuts into the steak, ripping the piece of flesh off, dipping it in steak sauce and devouring it.

I love to see her eat. It feels right. Maybe it's just my instincts talking, but I feel even better when I get her the food.

I nimble on a piece of pasta as she smiles up at me.

"I used to make steaks all the time for my old pack. It was like a once a week thing for them and it was the one food they didn't even let me sneak a piece for." She says, her cheeks full of meat. I nod.

They sucked.

"But now...