Gwendolyn giggled and looked at Jameson. "I don't think so. After all, my Jamesy will be there with me. Won't you, handsome?"
Jameson would answer, but he noticed Gwendolyn flinging her head in a direction. He figured she could zero in on a scent that wasn't there before. After all, this princess had been dropping by from time to time. They were only meeting less since most young wolves from the Lunavida pack had a rite of passage to go through. He was lucky that she wasn't barging into their dorm.
It was just that Gwendolyn's eyes locked on Claude's image. By then, Claude was just on his phone texting Eugene about the proceedings. He also heard that he would see Jameson's bigshot mate. When Claude picked up on Jameson's scent, he turned to look. His gaze locked with Gwendolyn's, and a strong chill crawled up his spine.
