Brynmor's POV
"What did you want to talk about, Alpha?" asked Fiora, stammering a little as if nervousness had suddenly crept into the recesses of her heart.
"I guess you've heard about the dance party that's going to be held in this pack?" I asked back, and got a nod of the head from Fiora in return. "It will be the pack's first dance in years, and my father wants it to be very special."
Fiora lifted her head, a faint smile painted on her face. "Is there anything I can help you with, Alpha?" she asked as if she could read my mind.
I looked around her room before my gaze fell back on Fiora.
"I was wondering if maybe you'd like to help me prepare everything for the ball? It's in two weeks. I heard from Grace that you're very good at baking," I explained.
Fiora gasped. Sh
