Levi:
The council chamber reeks of incense, its chilly air creeping up my shoulders. Elder Axel’s voice drones on from the head of the table as he speaks about the upcoming Werewolf Mating Ball, which is to take place in two weeks during the full moon.
He goes on and on about having the place heavily guarded—keeping underage were-children out and protecting the venue from intruders. His point is solid, but somehow I don’t care, because my gaze remains on Kookie. She’s in her traditional council attire—the one that’s just a cloth draped around her body, which makes her look extra sexy.
I had picked out multiple fabrics of its kind for her when furnishing her house. Knowing she’s putting on something I purchased makes it even better. It’s like she’s imprinted with me.
She’s across the lo
