"Just because you have never tasted it, just because you have never been offered it, does not mean it does not exist." I kept my voice level. "It only means your standing was never high enough."
"I suggest you hold your tongue. When the food arrives, your face will sting enough without adding more words to regret."
"Kael Nightcrest, you—!"
Before Selene could finish her snarl, the chamber doors swung open once more.
Dozens of exquisite dishes were carried in by attendants, each platter more elaborate than the last. The gathered wolves watched with stunned expressions as the feast was arranged across the long table.
Garrick Pineward followed, cradling two bottles of limited-vintage moonwine in his arms. He addressed the room with formal respect.
"The Denmaster has declared that all present tonight are honored guests."
"This evening's consumption is to be waived entirely."
I gave a slight nod of approval. The Pineward steward certainly understood how to conduct himself. Using a single feast to curry favor with the heir of the Nightcrest Pack was a transaction that would cost him nothing and gain him much.
"Please convey my gratitude to Denmaster Pineward. Tell him that I—"