Chapter 62: Pups on the Beach

Trista’s POV

The party at the grassy area was only one part of the afternoon party.Apparently,half the guests were down at the beach.The Red Moon pack was a little famous on the east coast in the werewolf world for having their very own beachfront.Most of the packs on the east coast were in the forest or the mountains.Red Moon Pack was unique because the pack was right beside the ocean.

I pulled on Johnson’s hand.

“Can we go down the beach?”I asked him,excited.

“Of course,”he smiled.He followed me down the trail that led to the waterfront.I gasped as we crested a small hill.

The sight was breathtaking.

The beach stretched on in both directions for miles.The azure water lapped gently at the white,sandy shores.There was a big bonfire,with flames blazing,surrounded by tables and tables of food.Everyone was barefoot,happily taking in the sun and the peaceful seaside vibes.

As we approached,a couple puppies ran in front of us.They squealed with laughter as they chased one another across th