I knew werewolves had an exceptional sense of hearing—but this much? Then again, he was an Alpha. Everything about him was sharper—his instincts, his senses… his reactions.
“I don’t regret a thing,” I whispered to myself under my breath and lifted my chin proudly as I walked to my place.
So what if he heard? My priority was calming the kids—and I did just that. As for everyone else? Let them think what they want.
I nearly tripped over my own feet again when, for a split second, I caught something utterly unexpected on Wayland’s face.
A smile.
A real one—just a flicker. But it was there.
Could he really be capable of something more than constant anger and dissatisfaction?
The event began, and the children started performing their numbers. Honestly, I was probably more nervous for the
