27: Away

The annual Arrowhead ceremony wasn't just a yearly celebration of the day the Arrowhead was discovered centuries ago. It was also Alpha Kieran's birthday, so it was two events merged.

The castle was decorated in a way it didn't look like it used to, swarming with people like buzzing bees around a honeycomb. They were from within and outside the Arrowhead pack who had come to join the merriment.

Music was the order of the night and glasses of wine were going around in trays held by butlers and servants.

There was a large, unending table that sat Alpha Kieran, his Luna, and several Alphas and noblemen from other packs. They were being served different courses of meal with under butlers and cupbearers moving around them.

However, Quinlan had excused himself. He felt the rise in his pants once more and stood at a nearby wall, thinking about dead people and filthy places.

A large-breasted blonde stopped in front of him and fluttered her fan, "I don't see your wife anywhere, I suppose she