"Alpha Keshton," the Red Moon Pack Beta hesitantly reapproached Keshton, who had been standing alone in the garden of the packhouse. All the guests had already arrived for the ball. "My apologies, but the rest of the guests are growing nervous over your absence. They're under the false impression that you are offended and the ball might be attacked or something," he managed to squeak out the last sentence. Keshton had been standing alone, glancing at the moon, his features as sharp as blades and his aura as intimidating as ever. "I am waiting for my date. When she shows up, I will be joining the ball with her," he replied curtly. The Beta’s curiosity intensified as to who the she-wolf was that made the rogue Alpha wait for her for an hour. "But what if she does not come?" Lured by curiosit
