Graeme waited until Greta and Sam arrived back home before leaving to check on the two remaining elders in the dungeon. August had almost instantly fallen asleep when she laid down next to him in bed, and he wasn't going to leave her there alone.
"Want me to come with you, brother?" Sam asked as he watched Graeme heading out the back door.
"No, that's okay. I'm coming right back. I just want to check on the situation over there. Make sure they are secure."
What he didn't say is that it would make him feel better knowing both Sam and Greta were at the house while he was gone. They were two of the most powerful lycans in the pack other than himself, so he knew his mate would be safe.
"Have you tried on your tux yet?" Greta called after him.
He rolled his eyes. The tux was literally the last thing he was concerned about. If it didn't fit, he could probably get away with going shirtless since the party was masquerade theme—not that August would let him. That reminded him…
