Riever POV
The guys were exhausted after the game. The teammates that had ridden alongside me were all packmates. Bradley took my front seat, Aiden in the back, and another by the name of Dalton. The other team had invited us to a party after, but the general consensus was we were too tired and mingling between packs- even if we were allied- was risky. The only one to object was, of course, Aiden.
“What if my mate is part of that pack?” he argued. “I could find the one tonight, you know.”
“If that’s the case, you’d find your one after the next New Moon Dance,” I said, suppressing a smile.
Aiden whined a bit, which was funny to hear from someone so bulky. “You’ve changed, man. You’ve found your mate, and now you don’t care about anyone else’s happiness.”
“Actually, I’m being pretty dip
