Right then, my stomach growled once more. I hurriedly wrapped my arms around my abdomen, pinching my lips. As much as I hoped no one had heard that, I knew it was an impossible dream. In a forest where every single sound was amplified, I was surrounded by a group of werewolves born from noble and powerful bloodlines. Doubting their sense of hearing was an insult to them.
"Because I'm hungry," Rowan said, blatantly lying through his teeth. I turned to look at him in surprise, right as he was shrugging on his shirt. He didn't even bat an eyelid.
"Don't lie," Cassian snapped as he zipped up his pants. "Briar's stomach is the one that's growling like some feral dog. You're not actually hungry at all, are you? You're stopping only because of her."
Soren, on the other hand, completely ignored his brothers' conversation. He walked over to me, the sling bag in his hand. He pulled out a sandwich that I wasn't aware was in the bottom of the bag, handing it over to me.
