Dane’s Pov
I was nervous.
Me. The Alpha of Blackwood Pack. Nervous about taking a girl to dinner.
Not any girl. My mate. The woman I loved for years without knowing the right name for it.
I stood in front of my closet and looked at shirts like they could help me. Black or gray? Simple or nice? What do humans wear on dates?
This was silly.
I had fought bad rogues. I had faced other Alphas. I made big choices for a hundred people. But picking a shirt made me sweat.
A knock saved me.
“Come in.”
Henry walked in, looked at me, and laughed.
“Shut up,” I said low.
“I said nothing.”
“You thought it.”
“I thought the big scary Alpha is afraid of a dinner date.” He leaned on the door and smiled. “It is cute.”
“I will make you clean toilets.”
“No, you will not.” He went to my closet and
