The Alpha's Warlock
“But like, really traditional. The rituals, not just the basics.”
“Okay, but which rituals are we talking about, here? Like, the shamans selling off the prettiest humans in the pack as concubines? Or the one where everyone gets naked and smears themselves with fermented deer blood and the dominant were has to sniff his mate out in the chaos?”
I couldn’t help my facial expression, and Colin cracked up. I stuck out my tongue at him. “You made that last one up.”
“Cross my heart, I didn’t. There’s this pack in Colorado that does that for every mating.”