*Samantha*
"You’d better stick by my side, Mimi, or Jag will take over and turn that elegant ball into a scene of horror, blood, and torn limbs," Archer whispered in a strained voice. I wanted to chuckle, but something in his deep tone sounded ominous, so I looked at him and gasped.
"Archer, Jag, what’s going on?" I asked after noticing Archer's eyes flickering between his warm chocolate one and a dark one, revealing a hint of anger. I released his hand and placed my palm against his cheek, brushing my skin softly against him. Feeling nervous, I scanned the dance floor for Ellie and Jeremy. At the far end, I spotted them conversing with a mayor and his wife, so I had to figure out another way of calming the raging wolf.
"You're too beautiful for your own good, baby. They’re all drooling
