*Eden*
I have waited the whole night for this moment. “What took you so long?” I ask.
Jamie gives me a wry grin. “I wasn’t certain you’d want to give up a dance with an Alpha for a man who has little to offer except two clumsy feet.”
“You sell yourself short, Jamie. You are quite the accomplished dancer,” I assure him.
“As are you, Eden,” he replies.
We circle the dance floor as though no one else is upon it. It occurs to me that we are closer than is proper, but I don’t care.
Earlier, one of my partners mentioned that I reminded him of a she-wolf he’d danced with last mating Season. He couldn’t remember her name. Was it me? he’d asked. Sadness swamps me because my sister had been in Blackrock city and no one remembered her clearly. Just as I am certain no one will remember me tonigh
