Warren
I’ve seen my mate looking sweet and shy when she’s in front of the pack, I’ve seen her looking confident and powerful when she’s in the hospital, I’ve seen her looking passionate and fiery when we marked and mated, but tonight, when she walks out, arm-in-arm with her other ranked members, I see her looking like the Luna that she is. She’s breath-taking. And while I love that they are literally creating a unified front by walking out the way they did, I can’t take my eyes off of her.
“Damn,” I say, hearing my Beta and Gamma saying the same.
The entire pack goes quiet as they watch their ranked females making their way to the stage. Yara is holding the bouquet of wildflowers that picked for her. I thought she’d appreciate the sentiment, and it seems like she did. They have a ribbon
