“Life is grand isn’t it, babe?” Alora said as she and Falcon walked hand in hand down the busy street walk of the shopping center.
Alora, glowed in all of her happiness as they spent the day together, shopping. It was the day following her birthday and Falcon had finally deemed Alora mature enough to consummate their mating bond.
She wore his mark proudly across her neck, though the bruises sustained in other places due to his aggressive nature as a Lycan was covered. Regardless, of this, however, Alora glowed, still. He was glad that she was happy as it was his obligation to make sure that she was. Still, something was weighing on his mind. Guilt.
“You’re in a good mood today.” He commented, not truly interested in what even he had said. He just couldn't shake the tho
