Cousins, uncles and aunts flock closer to greet us. Lucas gives me a grin and salutes his glass to me to thank me for entertaining his in-laws. It feels like my face got stuck in smile mode by the time the last person shakes my hand.
“Alpha, hey?” The old man does not let go of my hand after he shook it and gives me a studious look up and down. Nervously I glance at Logan, is it normal for this old man to check people out like this the first time or is it just me?
“Yes, Grandpa John,” Logan comes to my aid. “She’s the alpha of Blood Moon.”
“Peculiar.” The old man says as he lets go of my hand and probes my biceps.
“Grandpa,” Logan scolds. “What is the matter with you?”
“I’m a sixth-generation Beta, son. I’ve seen alphas come and go and served under two myself. This one,” he slightly n
