The night went on, and Felita never left the dance floor. Thorin often stepped in for a dance, and she loved those moments. She wouldn’t admit it, but she liked the envious looks of the ladies as much as she enjoyed being in his arms. He was handsome and attentive. Something about the night made it feel more official that he was her mate.
More than the hours they spent together at her pack or with his family. It wasn’t just the public announcement; the party was one of her first actual adult events. Meeting some of the most influential people and having honest conversations differed from hanging out with the friends she grew up with. The night drew to an end, and she expected to have the last dance with her mate, so she was surprised when a handsome man with long brown hair, longer than
