Quinn

It was coronation day. It was festival time. It was jubilation time. The pack was in a festive mood and I didn't think anything could stop that, not even Fredo's angry glares as he moved around the party. What was his problem? He should go back to his house if he felt like he didn't want to be here instead of acting up and walking around, looking like he would love to have a pass at our heads with his claws. Not that anyone cared about his sour looks. Everyone was too happy to care. It turned out that the wolves were happy that I got to be their...