Loius POV
Sipping my hot chocolate, I watched over the rim of the mug as Jason subtly shifted farther away from Marcus. He looked as put together as ever, dressed in a fitted turtleneck that clearly hid his mating mark.
Who would want to hide something like that?
When it was my turn, I’d show mine off to everyone.
I just had to wait until after my Dream Ceremony.
“Here you go, sweetheart.”
I smiled as Grandma set a plate of food in front of me, her eyes warm and proud.
“Thanks, Grandma,” I chirped, already digging in.
Her cooking was the only thing better than Mom’s—and that was only because she’d taught Mom everything she knew.
Mom was still at the pack house, working overtime while guests lingered far longer than necessary. I didn’t understand why they hadn’t all gone home yet.
