For a moment, I’m stunned. I freeze, not even flinching as food and drink and shards of china and glass skitter across the floor near my feet. I just stare at Rosa and Riley, locked in a deep embrace.
To her credit, Rosa doesn’t jam her tongue down his throat like that other couple. She stands in his arms and he cradles her like something precious. They’re cheek to cheek, but they don’t kiss. This, more than anything else, is what shocks me. Rosa has never shied away from a kiss.
Tristan is at my elbow, and he puts a gentle hand on my arm. “Give them a minute, yeah?” he says in my ear. His breath tickles my neck and the sensation brings me back out of my shock. I turn away.
“Right, yeah,” I nod. He keeps his hand on my arm and we walk together toward the other Green Pine wolves, who ar
