WINONA POV
EARLY NEXT MORNING
It’s about three am and although Mel and I aren’t totally gone, we’re a bit tipsy. When the boys finally accepted that they were still meatless, three bottles of vodka magically appeared. Between the four of us, we made them not so magically disappear. Mel made sure that we made good use of the DJ. She dragged Robbie, Alex and me to the dance floor and danced until the boys stopped pouting.
That’s the way most mating socials go. Within the first hour after all the packs arrive, mates find themselves and “disappear” to “bond” with one another. That leaves all the wolves that didn’t find their mate to drink and party their sorrows away. Or for wolves looking for a chosen to get to know the wolf that catches their eye.
After the DJ raised the white flag and
