Thorn.
“No. You are not going to force me to take dancing lessons like I’m some princess in a castle. I am the Alpha of the Moonsdale pack, not a bobble head.” I say, walking away from Aunt Susan.
“You are going to be surrounded by Alphas and Lunas from several states, countries and continents. If you want to look like a mess. Then, go on. I won’t stop you but you.” She says and I stop walking.
Deep down, my Aunt is right. I know it is imperative to take these dancing lessons because I don’t want to appear as messy or disorientated in front of other Alphas that look towards the Moonsdale pack with adoration.
“Whatever Aunt! I have only an hour to give for this dance lesson, nothing more.” I say.
I enter the hall and Delilah is sitting on a chair. Her curly hair is over her shoulders
