Second Chances
“Better?”
“Much. These are yours,” he says, handing me the flowers. I take them and we stand.
“Alpha says it’s nearly dinner time, Alpha Cathal, and he wants the two of you to head back.”
“He probably wants to kiss you some more,” Cathal grumbles, rolling his eyes. I watch the warriors duck their heads but not before I see their smiles.
“And Alpha wants to see the flowers you picked for our Luna, Alpha Cathal.”
“Yeah, he’s probably jealous that I thought of it first,” Cathal says proudly, taking my hand and leading me back to the packhouse.