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ie-like roast pig, with the apple in its mouth, in the middle of a huge banquet table. The pig in question is heavy enough for the two men to maneuv

ryone present is wishing for the pig to fall in, because without

e pool areas set up with loungers and comfortable chairs that are set back from the main area by the pathways and lattices of manicured bushes, which w

nt. We were actually engaged in a conversation a little deeper than the food at the party, but

ather's death has brought with it responsibilities th

pack from previous generations, and now me, have always been part of the High Council,

e command of the king, but for years now, everyone has known that the king in

mansion and his voice was never heard again, so that for more than

is responsibility weighs a little more heavily on my shoulders than it ever did on his. I try to be wort

hough the people gathered here, belatedly celebrating my ascension as Alpha may not know it, hard t

quals. I am opposed, and thankfully so is a good portion of the council, and that has been wh

ringleaders of the movement that is in favor of the war. He has given a whole speech that is disguised with hateful overtones and talks about how we shoul

ogether, we are trying to find a solution to this issue, although part of me feels the

erest. He's used to worrying about things when the situation calls for it, but he also has an incredible fa

y his ease in le

eelings. He is much more relaxed than I am and at

erest, while noticing a small group gathering around a figure I can't see. Someone has arrived, but who? F

to me, and I'm about to ask him

unexpected an

very sight of her resonates strongly within me. My skin crawls and my breath catches. It's as if I'

en.

r, of course. A part of me always knew it. Because we are only able to recognize our mates at twenty-one, when our wolf c

ring a tight-fitting, mustard-yellow dress that highlights her chocolate skin tone, making it gleam like gold. Her hair, curly, thick and abundant, fal

she ran up and down my arms, and the way her eyes, of incredible light hazel hue, as lum

y then, in a whisper, but it's

What a mess you've made..."

ow that having her by my side, that feeling her in my arms again is all that matters right now. As wolves, we are not complete until we find our mate, and once we

ile

the distance and gets her. Her skin bristles, her shoulders rise, and she turns t

mile. She has a naturally sweet, slightly raspy tone to her voice that c

ong,"

he middle of the beach we used to walk, being alone, and not surrounded by a million

n softly, delicately. A shiver runs through her that does not go unnoticed by me. "There are one or two th