Livie
Alarick held his hand out for me as he opened the door. Everyone gasped, murmuring among themselves. At first, I was very self-conscious; I had been used to the silver moon pack, always talking badly in front of me and my back. So it threw me off to see them smile, and I couldn't help but feel happy. I could hear them praising and welcoming Alarick with open arms.
"My... She is gorgeous. Just like you said, my boy," the man says in a deep voice as he comes in front of me and cups my face with both hands. He kisses both my cheeks and my forehead. His hands felt so warm and loving. They were strong, rigid, and insensitive but warm and welcoming. Just like Ricky's hands, except Ricky's were exceptional. They held me lovingly, making me feel wanted and protected.
"Dad, this is Livie.
