119: Moon Festival 3

Andrei

“That’s my girl, the one in the red dress.” I zero my stare and focus on the blonde she-wolf as she moves towards the venue’s exit path.

“The one with the short dress? Tight body?” Misha follows my train of sight.

“Cousin, keep looking anywhere else but her ass before I pluck your eyes out myself.” I say with a firm voice. Not wanting to sound like an asshole but I’m pretty sure I sounded like one, anyway.

“Whoa. Man. Never saw you this possessive before. Not even with Kayleigh.” My cousin chuckles, grinning like a clown.

“I’m gonna follow her. Go tell Alpha Zerdan to negotiate with the red wolves on my dad’s behalf. I’ll sign the arranged marriage deal. With one stipulation, I have to pick my red wolf bride.” Ignoring his comment, I give him instructions as I start walking away from him and towards my red wolf.

My little red wolf. My apple blossom-scented she-wolf. Oddly enough, right now, she doesn’t smell like apples. I’m guessing, my blind wolf mark is fully ac