Zina was dancing with Owen, but she couldn't stop herself from looking at the dancing couples around them.
She sighed dramatically.
"Is anything wrong, angel?" Owen asked.
"Everyone is having babies other than us."
"You want pups?"
"Don't you?" Zina responded with a question.
Owen looked at her seriously. "We can work on that after this party."
"I will count on that, General Owen."
Owen puffed his chest proudly. He loved when Zina used his title. Only he knew what hellish training and tests he needed to pass in order to retain that title. He thought he was working hard in the Red Moon pack, but only after training personally with George and Damon, Owen realized there were several levels he needed to climb to consider himself capable.
