Eighteen

Zeke

Filled with the newfound victory of kissing and touching my girl, I sat happily on the fifty-four-seater bus driving us to the Lycan pack with a grin dancing around my lips.

I couldn't stop replaying the intimate encounter with Vespa last night, how her jade-colored eyes turned dark with passion, how she looked up at me through thick lashes, and how her rosy mouth slightly trembled with lust.

We connected so effortlessly that if I could dedicate my whole life to pleasing her, I would, without hesitating. My love for the girl transcended any mere physicality.

My girl.

My Vespa.

May heavenly blessings rain down upon the genius who decorated the campus hiking path, because under that oak tree, I kissed her before any of my brothers did.

Now that's a win right there. If this was a competition, I'd win fair and square.

Werewolves and Lycans stepped onto the bus, as well as my brothers. We were heading home for the yearly harmony feast.

Despite the last misfortune that befell the l