Ivan
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, dear Neffy, happy birthday to you!" Everyone sang as I wandered back to the packhouse, watching my little mate as she smiled at the cake being carried out by four wolves. There were seventeen little blue candles lit up at the front of the cake and, for some odd reason, a single kitten candle in the center.
I'd have to ask Nefretiri about it when we were alone.
Gladys gave me a knowing smile as she turned her attention back to the festivities. No one else knew that Nefretiri was my mate, and I itched to shift and tell everyone, especially the males who kept hugging her. I know what they're all hoping for. That they'll feel sparks when they touch and discover that the werewolf princess is their mate. Sadly for them, they'll all be disappointed. The princess was mine, and no one else could have her.
