DELILAH
“Why are you so nervous?” I asked Liam as he held up ties to his shirt, testing how the various combinations looked. “We know Azeron and Dario. How many times have you been in the training ring with Azeron? That’s never made you nervous.”
“This is different,” he grumbled.
The shower still ran inside the bathroom, meaning Mel was taking her time. Or she was nervous, too. It was too hard to tell what was going on because Junior’s anxiety was almost exploding out of him.
I was the complete opposite. I was ready to eat. I had a cute dress with pockets and plenty of stretch picked out. Thanksgiving wasn’t celebrated through the whole pack. Werewolves had been on the continent well before the humans, so not everyone cared.
“I think you are overreacting,” I shrugged.
“Aren’t you
