Elys watched as the werewolf stood up to his full height. Wolves were particularly big creatures of the night, but werewolves were something else, especially those of the alphas of the pack. This alpha for example, would be around the seven or eight-foot frame.
He clapped his paws slowly as he said, "Your wife, Prince Aleksander, has impeccable manners. She exudes qualities a Luna would have. Fearless and witty, I like her. Would you be keen to lend her to my pack? She will be dearly taken care of."
The prince didn't take lightly of the alpha's request. A low growl rose from his throat, his eyes turning a piercing gold as he readied himself to fight them off if they even make one wrong move forward.
"Don't even think about it," Aleksander suddenly turned possessive, pulling Elys to himself as he proclaimed, "she is mine."
Elys felt her whole face turn red as a tomato.
