Wes’s POV
My pup moves to kick against my hands but as I look up I notice Mish’s attention is elsewhere.
Lycans, all the ones I was happily speaking with before. . Some now look. . . Different.
I’m not sure if it’s jealously or. . Or what but I do know I don’t like the way they’re looking at my mate.
A soft growl leaves me, a warning as I pull Mish to stand behind me.
Ryder makes his way through the crowd as he begin to call, “Weston, Weston”.
I find him as he exits, the Lycan shorter than most, as he turns to eye the members of his familial.
“Return to the hall” he says, none of the group not scattering at the four softly spoken words.
He’s respected, that much is obvious.
Ryder waits for the room to disperse before approaching, Mish still pinned heavily against my back as she h
