First message
I stood with one hand in my pocket, a glass of wine in the other. I could feel the stares of my pack - but that was common. The Alpha was a secretive man, to which I was. But it was more than that. The pack house was almost filled to the brim of wolves. Though I was talking, I stopped in my tracks. I noticed a small red line around my wrist - my mate. It wasn’t long before I could smell her. I excused myself and walked towards the door. I knew it was her whenever I saw her - gorgeous.