Seth

Irene is beautiful, I will admit that without any second thoughts. She’s beautiful in an innocent way, you’ll mistake her for what humans call, ‘an angel’. But tonight… her beauty looked dangerous, like that of what humans call, ‘a siren’. There’s an electric hum around her that’s pulling you in, trapping you in a trance and making you forget you have a mate.

I glanced around at the male wolves, mated or not, whipping their heads towards her, hypnotized by her beauty.

So this is the beauty of the moon goddess’ child. I placed my arm at the table and turned towards her, giving her my full attention. Right now, nothing else matters. Just her.

I clenched my fist as I learned from her that her mate is just at the other table, whose arm is around some other she-wolf.

I waved at a waitress to get us drinks as Irene left to refresh herself.

“Good evening, handsome sir. What can I get you?” she asked and I glanced at her nameplate.

“Right. Uhm Inez, I need a bottle of whiskey and a glas