Ulfur - 7
“So how do I look?”
The pack turned to see Sigvard walking into the great room dressed in a black tuxedo, complete with a black wool coat, a pale blue bow tie and white gloves. Rolf whistled appreciatively, while Esbjorn and Tuomas let out little howls.
“Yeah, yeah,” the pack alpha said with a grin. “What’s the female opinion?”
The assembled wolves looked at Gytha, who hadn’t torn her eyes away from Sigvard since he entered. She finally cast a look at Thorkill; who was looking just a teeny bit . . . pouty.
“I love youuuuuuu!” Gytha protested, cuddling up to her mate.