<'How can this be happening? I am old...I am no longer the Alpha...I had my mate...'> Gerald sighed and dropped his head. while staring at his feet he heard a giggle behind him. He squared his shoulders and turned around. There before him stood Grenadine. She was glowing and blushing. "Tell me, Gerald, could we be second chance mates?"
"At our ages?" he scoffed but inside he knew it was more than possible. After all werewolves live a long, long time. His words sounded like he didn't belive it possible but his eyes and his footsteps towards her said otherwise.
Gernadine shifted her head to expose her neck and Gerald felt the heat rise within him. He grabbed her and pulled her to him. He buried his face in her exposed neck and was lost in her scent. "Don't tease me, ole she-wolf." he muttered. "Never, ole Alpha." she muttered back running her fingers through his hair. He stepped back to look her in the eyes. She smiled at him. He took her head in his hands and laid a gentle kiss on her plump, pink lips. Gernadine was a beautiful creature regardless of her age. She kissed him back. He swung her up into his arms and carried her to the pack house bridal style. They were not seen again until dinner.
Meanwhile back in the infirmary, Timothy and Chichi were sleeping on the hospital bed just wrapped in each other's arms. It was indeed a peaceful sight. Neither moved when the door cracked open. Frieda smiled as she observed the two youngsters. She closed the door and took a seat outside the room to protect the vulnerable, sleeping young lovers/mates.