#Chapter 65: Tessa

Charles As I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my suit, a sense of contentment washed over me. The anticipation of addressing the Clans during the Winter Moon Festival filled me with pride and purpose, but no year had ever felt quite like this. I would be apart from Grace for a week starting today, but I could still taste her, still smell her delicious scent growing spicy with desire. She'd been near insatiable since that first night. I left her sleeping in her own bed around dawn this morning. "You're the worst," George said, coming across the room to fix my bow tie. He smirked. "Though, you seem unusually happy today." A twinkle of amusement filled his eyes. "This going well with Alpha Wolfe?" I couldn't help but grin. "Well, it's a special day, isn't it? The Winter Moon Festival is a time for our pack to come together and celebrate our unity." "Sure, the Festival is why you're looking like you took several years off your age and are grinning non-stop." I c