Henry
The appetizers arrive as I tell Piper about my pack. I thought she might get bored, but she seems thoroughly interested, especially when I tell her about the structure of the pack.
“We’re a smaller pack, only around a hundred and twenty-five pack members and most of them are my age and younger,” I say.
“Why is that?”
“Pack wars. Back when my father was Alpha, we were constantly in pack wars. We were fighting against everyone, even Alpha Warren. Thank the goddess for him and Luna Yara,” I say.
“What do you mean?” she asks, using her fingers to dip her crab meat into the melted butter before putting into her mouth. Before she can get more, I grab her hand and hold her gaze as I slide her fingers into my mouth, licking off the buttery goodness. I take longer than necessary, sliding
