Eric stood under a tree, looking away from the men and women dancing around the campfire. It was Evelyn's eighteenth birthday, and the pack had organized a bonfire in her honor in the meadow. She was dressed in a tight, yellow, corseted dress, her long brown hair curled high, and a necklace she wore around her neck gleamed silver in the firelight.
Evelyn danced merrily through the crowd, and the movement caught the eyes of all the males about her. They clamoured to dance with her, and she did not turn them away. Her associates passed from one to another, and no man could stay long by her side.
Then a man named Tony came up to Eric and tapped him on the shoulder and asked curiously, "Eric, why don't you go dance?"
Eric shook his head softly, "I don't dance."
"Come on, it's Evelyn's birthday. " Tony said, "Rumor has it that if she hasn't met her mate today, the Alpha will pick a husband for her in the pack. Don't you want to take your chances?"
