When they arrive at the festival, Erik jumps out of the car, and she checks her lip gloss in the mirror before he opens the door for her. He has a nervous grin on his face, and she hooks her arm into his elbow, sliding her other hand over it to pull herself close to his side.
“Relax. The festival is supposed to be fun.”
His parents are a couple of steps behind them, and the rest of the pack are bundling out of the buses. The members who are manning stalls have been here since early in the morning to get them ready, and she feels guilty for not being there to help, but she can’t help feeling amazing arriving at the arm of the most handsome wolf at the festival.
She still can’t shake the feeling that something is up with him, but she doesn’t want to spoil the evening by demanding to know
