Asher
The van rumbles beneath us, carrying our mismatched party through Fiddleback territory. My fingers drum steadily against my knee.
"High Alpha, we're approaching the venue now," Victoria announces, cool and collected once again. "Alpha Merrick wanted to do justice to the Lycan King's presence. This is our community's premier venue. We host all major affairs there—celebrations, council meetings… mate ceremonies."
She turns her head slightly toward Wolf-Eye at the last bit.
My beta shifts in the passenger seat. "It's a beautiful place," he says, perfectly noncommittal.
Fenris snorts from his position in the captain's chair beside me. He's perched on it like it's his throne, and even I have to admit the visual is mildly amusing. He's about to collect another mating proposal. How many is that now?
Twenty, maybe? I have no idea why his mere presence seems to addle their brains, but women are always desperate to attach themselves to the man.
