32. Clawed

Grant

I was talking to Dexter and the Royal Beta at our table.

All ranked members and the distinguished guests from the royal pack were sitting with us. Only Caro was elsewhere. Maybe she needed some time to get used to everything that came with her new position. Once Angeline was by my side as my Luna, Caro would warm up as well. They had grown closer in the last weeks, as they sparred together, and Caro even taught Angeline archery.

“Can’t you say you are sick, leave this party, and go to my Angel? She is a virgin like me, Grant! And none of us can wait to get wet and nice,” Stormy barked, not for the first time.

“I can’t leave my own ascension party, Stormy. What kind of Alpha would say that he is sick and leave? I am not a pup!” I tried to argue.

“Then tell them I am sick. Say that your wolf got rabies. It happens, even to the strongest and sexiest of the Alphas!”

I dismissed my crazy wolf and paid attention to the royal Beta’s words. “This pack is promising, Grant. Officer L