The Pack's Nemesis
I can’t help but tease him a little.
“You should dance with Wendy this weekend. Who knows, in three years, maybe she’ll announce you as her mate,” I say, fighting a smile.
“You’re not funny, Quirin,” he growls at me.
“You’re a year younger than me. She’s three years younger than Kennedy. It’s not that much more of an age difference than what Kennedy and I have. And there are other ranked she-wolves coming of age between now and then. You and I are sort of an in-between generation. There aren’t a lot of she-wolves our age. They’re all about ten years or so younger than we are.”