Nara

Asher is lovely, attentive, and wonderful, and lovely.

'You're said 'lovely' twice,' my wolf grumbles.

He takes me around the grounds, and I am surprised by how massive it is. By the time we reach the gardens, I feel too tired to go inside, so we sit on a bench.

"So, why were you in the Lake Moon Pack?" I ask, looking at him. He stares at the rose bushes, but his eyes seem distant.

"I was hoping to sneak in and see someone," he says, and I raise my eyebrow. Who could that have been?

"Who?"

"It doesn't matter. She made her choice," 

"Your mate," I say quietly,...