Page 95 of Fangs for the Memories
“Right answer.” The other human, one with light auburn hair, says. “He’s getting good at this, isn’t he?” she adds to her friend.
“Couldn’t be any worse than the last one. At least weknowhe’s a monster.”
The pair turn and follow my Grace up the stairs, leaving me with a wry smile on my face.
The fact she surrounds herself with such fierce females makes my heart glad. Grace, for whatever she thinks of herself, is a natural leader. The fact my wolves have easily fallen into following her requests proves as much.
I couldn’t be a more lucky alpha wolf if I tried.
Grace
Iwatch Kezia and Sophia moving jerkily across the dance floor, belting out a Killers hit at the top of their lungs.
“Is this normal?” Ferenc murmurs in my ear.
“For them or for humans in general?”
“Both.”
“Yes.”
He snuggles me a little closer. “Humans are weird.”
“Thanks, I think.” I chuckle.
I can forgive my mate anything because he looks so incredibly handsome in the suit he had made for the claiming ceremony. It fitted him perfectly, right down to his impressive bum. Admittedly I didn’t get to look at it much, but even so…
Ferenc nuzzles into my neck. The long pale pink dress I chose, vintage Chanel naturally, altered considerably to fit my changing body by some incredibly talented goblin seamstresses provided by Katya, has a low neckline, mostly to show off my claiming bite, but also because I love it when Ferenc has easy access.
“You are so beautiful, kedves. I am the luckiest werewolf here.”
The reception is, of course, filled with werewolves, along with other great and good of Budapest monster society. The ballroom at the Géllert is, like the rest of the hotel, opulent, filled with marble and chandeliers.
Viktor stands like stone in one corner gazing out across the dance floor, clearly looking for danger, although the only thing which comes close is Kezia and Sophia’s singing.
I thought I saw Dominik earlier, but he seems to have melted into the shadows. Lucy is stood next to the bar, glaring moodily into a glass of amber liquid. However, she has refused to be drawn on the subject of Dominik, so Ferenc declared her in love.
I’ve known Lucy a long time and I’m pretty sure this is not love.
An ogre twice the size of Viktor makes his way carefully around the dance floor until he reaches us. Ferenc doesn’t move from his louche position, nor remove his arm from around my neck.
“Elek.” He nods.
“Ferenc,” the huge creature rumbles. “Congratulations on finding such a beautiful mate.”
I’m not sure Ferenc knows whether to smile or snarl, which has been his default position all night with the well-wishers.
“Grace is my entire world,” he says, “and she will be the making of my pack.”
I feel the blush start from my very toes.
“You have my loyalty, as always, but more so on your successful mating,” he says with what is probably a smile behind the crooked tusks which jut up from his bottom jaw. “Should you ever need an enforcer.”
In the far corner, there is a crashing sound, followed by a bright light.
The huge ogre turns to look in the direction of the noise.
“Nandór,” he growls. “Did you invite him? I can remove him if you want.”
