Hope

I step into the sunlit dining room where the high table is already strewn with plates and chatter. At one long table sat the male suitors, Keith and Ben among them.

There was Marcus, the son of the Alpha of the Sun flare pack, Dorian, a gamma and celebrated enforcer in the Bowling Creek pack, Roland, a sigma from Virelia, said to come from a long line of truth speakers, and Tobin, a quiet, surly beta from the Mercury pack. Prince Camille has yet to be seen amongst us, and the possibilities make my chest clench.

We will find him, my wolf assures me.

Optimistic, aren't you?

Across from...