Good point. Silver was born for this. I really am underestimating her, a wolf who was given to me by the moon...
That still sounds so ridiculous when I echo it back. Plus, her higher intellect still doesn’t make a lot of sense to me.
Paddy’s wolf barks simple words, from what he tells me. Yet mine has full on conversations with me, and she’s pretty philosophical.
I really need to ask her about her intelligence some time.
The crowd falls silent as Elder Floyd clears his throat. “Well, here we are, the first round of the games. The most exciting part of the event. Today’s obstacle course will determine the strength of each participating pack. I can already feel the anticipation in the air.”
The crowd stirs, and a few members shout out. I hear “Southern Pack” and “Western Pack”, but never the Northern Pack, and we will have to change that.
Elder Floyd raises a hand, and they all stop. Brent looks as if he stuck his nose in a skunk’s ass. Hunter gazes lovingly at his grandfather, and Paddy has a look as if he’s seen the ghosts of his ancestors.
Declan’s busy removing the wax from his ear, while Chelsea and Annabel hold hands. Tiffany, however, has her eyes peeled on the course ahead.
I see her mind coming up with a path already. Normally, Paddy’s the strategist, but right now, he’s too lost in himself.
He needs to snap out of it. Hopefully, once Lucky takes over, he’ll be in much better form to compete.
“Well...” Elder Floyd starts. “Shift.”
We remove our clothes, and I do it with such ease now. I don’t even balk at the idea of everyone gazing at my cellulite. I have toned up in the last few weeks, so that’s a plus.
Even when Chelsea strips and exposes those slim curves, I don’t recoil. When Annabel gets her giant boobs out, I don’t wince. And when Tiff reveals the white, smooth planes of her skin, I don’t retreat.
I press my chest forward, holding my head high.
It’s only when I foolishly peer at Persephone Waters that I finally feel my confidence dip.
Damn. She almost looks like the airbrushed supermodels in human fashion magazines, her lilac eyes alert as she stares ahead.
Her soft, brown skin is something else, and her curves, and her ass, and I have to peer away before I lose my confidence.
Better to be distracted by her than my three mates, though. I need to focus.
Well, only two of my three mates have removed their clothes. Patrick’s still dressed.
Hunter reaches a hand across, placing it on his shoulder. “It’s time, Paddy.”
The blue-eyed male peers his way, then steps out of his pants. Then he removes his shirt.
Now we’re all ready to go.
Sixty four wolves emerge at the same time, but they have nothing on Silver.
She makes her debut at last, dazzling the whole crowd, and I smirk.
Let the race begin.