Time to Go Home

Finally, they could get out of there. They all felt like they’d been dragged through the mud and put away wet. It was a little odd to see Cal’s fellow mated colleagues and friends make a beeline straight for the same table as himself leaving the single alphas in the dust.

Cal realized now that he wasn’t alone in his feelings about Tara. They too didn’t want their mates out of their sight long when they weren’t in their territory.

What he found when they reached the table was several drunk, she-wolves giggling and chattering about something only they knew.

The thing that caught all of his attention was Tara’s face. He’d never seen her laugh or smile like this. She was so reserved and quiet. He now saw what he was missing. Cal never saw her smile, laugh, or even raise her voice.

Here she was caught in drunken giggles with the other she-wolves like it was a regular Friday night at the local bar. Cal couldn’t stop the smile forming on his face