Henri
JULY
Together with their beloved family and friends,
The Ardeleans
formally invite you to
Pack Alden
in celebration of the mating between
James Deacon Ardelean
&
etta Elaine Greene
It’s probably the weirdest sentence I’ve ever written with my name in it. But it feels so right.
Sitting out on the deck, enjoying the summer air, waiting for full moon festivities to begin, I’m feeling itchy all over.
We’ll go running now, my wolf pushes, looking for the excitement of the coming run.
I tuck my tablet back into my bag and go to hunt down Deacon.
It doesn’t take me long to find him. He’s sitting in the stairwell, seemingly by himself.
“Alright, kiddo. I’ve gotta get going. Good to see you.” He waves at the landing, and I can’t help but smile. The differences with Deacon are night and day.
Am I that different now too?
Pushing himself up off the floor, Deacon takes two strides and wraps his arms around me. “Hey, Hen.”
“Hey.” I kiss him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him close. “I was thinking maybe we could run now and later, both? I’m just feeling antsy.”
“Anything you want.” Deacon kisses me on the nose, then backs me up against the wall.
Yeah, let’s run later. My wolf changes her mind, pushing forward. We want him now.
Deacon’s wolf is staring back at me when he breaks the kiss. The dark eyes are beautiful. “Let’s run first. Then we can play. We’ll see how adventurous you want to be.”
I back away from him, then turn and start back down the stairs. At the bottom, I take off in a sprint, hearing him race behind me. Shifting more and after healing, I’ve found myself stronger and faster, but I’m still no match for Deacon’s long legs. He bear-hugs me from behind before I make it to the doors leading outside.
“I love you so much,” he whispers in my ear. “So fucking much.”