I suddenly felt a hand on my waist and another on my shoulder. Noah and Fenric moved in close, their heat grounding me. Thalor shifted to my side, but his hand did not go to my ankle. That would just be weird in front of anyone.
Instead, he stuck his pinky out and hooked it in my pinky.
It was little, it was subtle, but it was warm.
"You did good, little tiger," Noah murmured into my ear, his breath hot against my skin.
"We did good," I corrected, looking at my three perfect, chubby-cheeked disasters. "Now, we feast."
The feast officially began, and all the big boars and deer caught by the brave males of the West Way were being roasted, all on my directive, of course.
Watching them gnaw on raw and bloody meat during this celebration just felt unsettling to me. And thankfully, I had taught a few how to use the spit method to roast an entire boar as well as sprinkle salt all over it.
It was going great.
