Riley POV
I'm nervous about the mating ball that my mate is insisting on hosting. I walk around the pack grounds, looking at all the preparations that are currently going on, the omegas working hard, the cook trying all sorts of new dishes I am coaxed to try in an attempt to approve for the food to be served.
This one is just a goat cheese and spinach quiche with caramelized onion," the cook said, bringing the little tart-like food to my lips as Bailey and my brother Damien swallowed one down whole, "I think it would go down well as a finger-food," she said hopefully.
We had decided that the food should be finger food on trays so that guests could nibble and chat during the ball, rather than be forced to sit down to a heavy meal and not feel like dancing.
I obligingly took the quich
