_ The Unfaithful Mate

The brittle midnoon air of Ravewood pack felt heavy with a kind of anxiety as Lupe and I stepped out. The mishaps happening around seemed to be dulling everyone's spirits.

The usual bustling crowd of werewolves, fairies, and elves milled about - the diversity was simply beautiful.

Whispers and gazes followed Lupe and me like the breeze and were often accompanied by the occasional pointed glance from the wolves.

It was very much expected.

Several she-wolves Lupe knew approached Lupe, and offered condolences for her mother's passing. Some stayed a little longer and their eyes would flickering towards me before dropping away.

The air was a wave of judgmental gazes as I was used to. So, it was all good. Well, maybe until...

One particularly bold she-wolf with orange hair sidled up to Lupe.