Patrice
They were all dressed formally in their King’s Eyes uniforms and cloaks as they walked into that ballroom where the mating ball was being held. Four other packs were here to attend it, and had all arrived yesterday. There was much chatter about themselves, because some had never seen the King’s Eyes before, they were a sight to behold for those around them.
One Alpha had, however, stepped right up to Waylon and bowed his head. “Flame, how are you?” he’d greeted him, surprising them all.
“Well, thank you, Alfonso.” Waylon had greeted him back. “No heirs yet?”
“No mate as of yet.” Had come the response, “Are you mated yet?”
“Not at this time, no,” Waylon had commented. “Just curious about how the Eyes go about their business, got permission to trail them about, for a year or so.
