Annalynne's Secret Admirer

A public love confession.

And a bold one too.

Alice failed to prevent a broad grin from appearing on her face.

Lucien too could not help but smile. He patted his sister's arms affectionately and then said to Lowell, "Lowell, my sister sprained her ankle. Do you mind taking her inside the pack house and helping to attend to her injuries? We will clean up over here."

Annalynne shot her brother an alarmed look. A soft blush appeared on her cheeks, turning the fierce warrior back to the little sister that Lucien was used to spoiling.

"R-right away!" Lowell shouted, his voice trembling a little from anxiety.

He wanted to take Annalynne into his arms in a princess carry, but Annalynne shot him a warning look. In the end, the helpless man put one of Annalynne's arms around his neck and held her close by her waist.

The crowd watched the couple slowly move toward the pack house. After the hems of their clothes disappeared, chaos ensued.