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A commotion erupted outside, and then Wynona burst through the door, right on cue. Positioning herself protectively in front of Zach like a mother hen shielding her chick, she declared, "If you so much as lay a finger on Zach, you'll have to deal with me."

We keep talking for a while going from the hall decorations ,to the food and drinks ,to the flowers ,to the seats and all the extras ,its definitely too much work for one person obviously ,but she doesn't work alone ,other pack members would be helping out too ,she'll just be the one in charge of everything " i leave them for a little bit strolling off the side not too far from them ,giving her and Julianna space to discuss a little more ,in case they're some extras Juliana would like ,after all its her mating ceremony not mine . my eyes were locked on the playing ground where they are a bunch of pups playing with each other with a variety of games ,some are busy playing soccer ,while some o

They even let her fix their shirts and kiss their cheeks again. Later, Levi peeked into the room and smiled. “Well,” she said, stepping in and sitting beside them, “what are you guys playing here?” Ethan held up a flashcard. “It’s a matching game! We match the pictures with the words.” Elias joined in excitedly. “See this one? It says ‘lion’ and it has a lion on it! Rawr!” Levi pretended to roar, and the boys giggled. Irene just sat there, watching the little chaos unfold, her heart finally a little lighter.

Roscoe said pulling them back to reality. Chuckling between the two men, Evie only observed, “They hate the Ranch.” “Yes, but every room and stall are booked all weekend.” He shook his head. “I don’t get it. But you were right, it’s popular as hell.” “People like to come to Texas for their pony play.” Evie said happily between her men. “Pony play?” Ink asked. “Yeah. Act like a damned horse.” Roscoe said pulling Evie out from between them. “Who are you riding with?”

I wanted so much to replace him, but I cannot, because that role was not bestowed on me, but the pack elders. Those elders did not live around the pack, they only visit once in a while and come when they notice a problem in the pack. The next day, every pack members was ready for the run, I went out to address them, like always. "Wolves of the Black Shadow Pack, shift!" I commanded using my Alpha voice that no one could say no to. In no time, everyone was spotted with fur covering their body, fur or different colors and wolves of different sizes. Beta Devon strotted forward.

Pearl muttered to me, showing some gun fight games. " Then go on. I'm not interested in it," I made a way and stepped back. " I didn't ask you, Em. I know you only like unicorns and rainbows," she teased me and moved towards the games. " No, I'm not," I said when she's already gone. I looked for the others. Fred and Dylan are playing some stupid games. They are trying to grab the chocolates from the game box. It's difficult. They can rather buy it.

I asked. Why was everyone acting like they’d never seen games before? It’s as if they were kids talking about a birthday party coming up. “Games are just a nickname for f*cked up pranks and activities. They spin the ‘wheel of fortune’ and whatever it lands on, that’s the event for the night. For example, if it lands on ‘games of chance’, then they’ll play something like bingo or roulette. If they decide on bingo, the spectators write up a bingo chart for the players to do.” Leilani replied.

Jordan asked unsurely if he's wrong or correct with those creatures that are in the show. Come to think of it, I also watched that show, it's true that they're horses with wings. "And what do children get from that show?" Jordan added. "Dude, it's a horse show, they will probably teach the young ones about good manners, friendships and some other nice shits, remember, every horse show is full of friendship," This time it is i who said that. "Guys, they're not horse, they're unicorns and pegasus and ponies—" Rhea didn't finished what she was about to say because i cut her off.

At this rate, he might not have fifteen minutes. “I like sweets,” Gloomie replied, and Zen quickly stuffed some in her mouth. The waterworks slowed, and the happiness meter rose slightly. Getting the hang of it, Zen looked around. He had to choose easy games that would not sabotage him. “Should we play pin the tail?” he asked, holding out the picture of a donkey and some tails. Gloomie nodded happily and handed out blindfolds. “First to pin it on the correct spot after spinning ten rounds wins!” she declared.

Silas, with his keen observational skills and profound connection to the members, provided an invaluable insight into the ebb and flow of daily life within this close-knit community. Everywhere he looked, children – the future of the pack – reveled in their playtime. Open fields echoed with their innocent mirth, reminiscent of the gentle notes of a jovial melody on a summer's day. The games they indulged in might seem rudimentary to an outsider: spirited rounds of chase, playful mock battles, and the age-old game of hide-and-seek. However, beneath the surface of these seemingly simple games lay the foundational training for the essential roles they were destined to adopt in the future, as th