CHRISTOPHER’S POV
The time was here and I was going to make sure of it. My brothers still had their reservations, but they didn't voice it out. And, I was okay with that, as long as they didn't speak. We'd dressed up earlier than usual in our designer suit and opted to go with one of our luxury cars.
Harper had opted for a more subtle spec of luxurious monster, while Roman had been indifferent, he'd been sulking all the while because we'd turned down supermodels and daughters of wealthy Lycans that would've given anything to be our dates at the dance.
Everything was in place, asides my wolf that was hell-bent on remaining adamant. He didn't want to cave in to my rules and I wasn't about to let my wolverine creature toss me in any direction he wanted.
“I wonder what you have in mind
