He is Mine

Gael

Elders and other wolves circled around me, smiling too widely, full of expectation.

“King Gael, a toast,” Elder Garn said, lifting his wine glass. “To Samhain. To the future. To your union which will give us your heirs, and save the werewolves from extinction!”

Elder Vaughn's gaze held mine for a second too long, and it had a challenge, but I held myself back. My Lycan rumbled low inside me,