Chapter 71

Silvia Alpha Sherman was gripping too tightly. The pressure wasn't enough to cause real pain, but it made me flinch slightly. Alpha Sherman immediately loosened his hold, a flash of regret crossing his features. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice low enough for only me to hear, but his entire body radiated tension like heat waves from a forest fire. Mason was still standing there, one eyebrow raised and an amused smile playing on his lips. I wanted to dance—I really did—but I knew the sacred bond between an Alpha and his Luna. The last thing I wanted was to make Alpha Sherman uncomfortable. Before I could politely decline, Alpha Sherman spoke, his voice as sharp and cold as icicles in winter. "I'm afraid I'd like the first dance with my Luna," he said to Mason, not bothering to hide the possessiveness in his tone. "I'm sure you can find another unmated she-wolf willing to dance." Though his words weren't exactly rude, they carried an unmistakable finality that brooked no argument. Mas