101. Girls Night In

~ JESSE ~

“…my mother always told me every male can only be led by two things—his stomach, and his prick. So there’s little point trying to engage his heart before you’ve satisfied the other two.”

I spluttered, choking on the mouthful of popcorn and leaning forward in my seat because I was afraid I might actually inhale it.

Around me, gales of giggles and snorts from the five women—females—I had gathered and eventually brought back to my room because I didn’t know anywhere else we could just sit around without worrying about other people.

Wolves. Without worrying about other wolves, I reminded myself.

Brenna, the oldest of us, who I gathered was nearing fifty, just grinned and popped a berry into her mouth while the rest of us snickered.

Wylde, the servant I’d been speaking to in the visitors wing before Cazz found us, was laughing the hardest. She was a year younger than me and clearly enjoying being included in this circle of female wolves.

I was learning about all of them as