The next morning, after carefully putting on my gown and applying delicate makeup, Xander and I arrived at the ceremony venue. It was a grand, magnificent place, filled with werewolves from various packs who had gathered to witness my inauguration as the new leader of the Blood Moon Pack. The air was charged with anticipation and excitement as we made our way through the ornate halls.
“I am so nervous,” I whispered, under my breath.
Xander squeezed my hand, and now I looked at him, I was so nervous before that I didn't notice how great he was looking today. His muscles rippled under his designer suit. We stopped in front of a towering golden door that marked the entrance to the ceremony hall.
“Have I told you that you are looking good enough to eat tonight,” I purred, low enough that on
