Mated To My Three Lycan Bullies
Vivian sped up her car, driving through the busy road, as several pack members were home, and the neighborhood was lively.
Soon, her car tire screeched to a halt, and she announced, "We have arrived. Let's go in for our dinner. Since you don't want to teach me how to swim."
Smiling, I didn't want to drag on teaching her how to swim. So I got out of her car and accompanied her into the fancy restaurant.
Several patrons were there, all werewolves of different ranks. But when I walked into the Restaurant, the muttering stopped, and everyone lowered their gaze and avoided staring at me like I am some dignitary.