[Dylan]
“How do you think it went?” I couldn’t help but ask as I looked around to make sure everything was in its place. Samara was sitting on the couch, channel hopping as she slowly turned to look at me.
“How do you think it went for us?” she questioned curiously, and I smiled as I left whatever it was I was doing and sat down next to her. Almost immediately, she cuddled up against my side.
“I’d say we are just fine,” I said. The fact of the matter was, we had spent the night talking. Talking about everything, anything and nothing. I was extremely happy with how we had spent our night and, while my hormones may have been on the fritz, I couldn’t have been happier and more relaxed. I was finally a part of a real pack and, while I knew I was destined to be an Alpha, I respected the hell
