Chapter Eight
*Westleyan*
I arrive at the Cold Stone pack house feeling silly for being so nervous. But what if she still doesn’t want me? What would I do if she tried to reject me? What would I say? How would I change her mind? I’m getting ahead of myself and I know it. I’m not used to showing fear or doubt but this girl has me wound up and I’m freaking out.
Alpha Vesta greeted me in the foyer, letting me know that his wife was upstairs trying to convince Mila to come down and attend the ceremony, and then he excused himself, saying he’d be right back. I try and remain calm but I can’t help shooting glances at the stairs, hoping that I’ll see her any second now.
I force myself to go over to the bar, asking for a whiskey neat. It burns all the way down, but it helps to calm my nerves
