THIRTY FIVE

MATTHAN

I hated suits. I loved me a shirt but covering it with a literal heat generator didn't do it for me. The Aster wolves however had a reputation for being preppy. I had to look the part. It still came as a shock to me that Eloise was doing this after all that talk about wanting nothing to do with fellow werewolves. I guess most of what she said when she accidentally used the blood rune to visit me was true and that was precisely why I was crashing the Aster's debutante. Eloise would be among other younglings, saying the oath and binding herself to a pack for all eternity. I felt the need to snap her out of it. She was only doing this because I had taken away her choice. She was stubborn. I knew it. The only plausible reason for why she was choosing to align with a werewolf faction would be because she saw no way out. While I had nothing much to offer her, I could take back my words. That would mean something. Give her some sort of freedom.

"You are losing it." My wolf told me