In Dante's cave, an impatient and bored omega was waiting for the return of her dominant who would come back soon. The beta who had spent his afternoon on the hunt was helping to butcher today's preys. Cherry, who couldn't wait in her nest, had come to wait for the hunter to return. Sprawled on her lover's bed in her werewolf form, she listened to outside sounds in anticipation of his return. Truthfully, it wasn't her fiancé the young werewolf was waiting for, but a valid excuse to visit Eden's cave.
It had been almost two days since Cherry and Dante had left their friend who was experiencing his first heat with the alpha who was his fated mate. After leaving them twenty-four hours together, she had been caught wandering accidentally, she said, near the male omega's cave. Much to her disappointment, neither the puppy eyes nor the friendship card opened her the way, highly guarded by two men under the command of the Alpha.
