329. Smothered – Part 1

~ JESSE ~

We sat at the head of the massive, royal dining table that was brimming with wolves—most of whom I’d never met, or had only seen at the Selection. Everyone dressed in fine clothing, though not quite as flashy as the Selection, still… they all looked wonderful.

And I felt fat and small and tired and… ugh.

Rake was here in his long tunic and loose trousers again with that medallion on his chest. And Rory in some kind of suit that looked almost like a military jacket without the medals and trim—his mate sat at his side, beaming, in a beautiful dress that was simple, but stunning. Ghere sat at my other side with his notes on his thigh, reaching under the table to scribble different things while the others talked and talked and talked.