Chapter 91-02

Layton came out of the shower only wearing a pair of jeans. I stared at his tall figure as he walked around, in search of the dark gray shirt he had chosen to wear.

"Hey," Layton said, with a smirk on his face while I stared at him. I quickly looked away, finding interest in the couch he had full of clothes.

"Hey," I quickly replied.

When he was done getting ready, we both walked downstairs. It was almost four in the afternoon. I was to be presented at five. The rest of the afternoon was when the party would really begin.

I walked outside holding Layton’s hand. He looked full of confidence as he walked around, welcoming people and talking about how the pack was doing.

Layton had a very strong presence. It wasn’t just that he was attractive, or tall and well built. It was more than that. Layton exuded power. Even though I wasn’t a Werewolf, I could feel the power he projected as we walked around.