Aella
“Are you sure they'll like me?” I ask Eros for the hundredth time since we left the pack house. We were standing outside a surprisingly small house, for elders.
“Of course. Besides, no one cares what they think.”
“I do” I muttered, feeling slightly nervous
“Sigh. Baby girl, you're beautiful, you're lovely and you're my mate. I don't care what anyone else thinks and if they don't see that then there's an issue with them.”
“Sweet talker,” I mummered. “Okay,” I inhaled deeply, “I'm ready now” I said.
Eros shook his head and led me in.
“Eros, you're here. Who's the beauty?” A coarse voice asked.
“Don't act like you don't know who she is, old bones, she's his mate. A pretty little thing, "another replied.
I looked around the dimly lit room, but even with my improved vision
