Dirge POV

The deafening applause and howling from the community threatened to blow out Dirge’s ears. A howling good time.

Sometimes, his life couldn’t get any better with his family, his pack, and his friends.

He took a million bows with everyone, joining hands with Kyon and raising them high. He’d have to wash his other hand because he also held Marcus’s hand. He might catch some of that smarmy slickness, and he’d rather catch a bad shifter ...