Chapter 58: S5 Cain: Freedom
Cain Beckham
Fucking socialites and their engagements, thinks Cain.
He could do without both. But as the Alpha of the Shoshone, he had a responsibility to uphold. Shaking hands and patting backs, an expected pleasantry, always sends his beast into cage mode.
Freedom and fresh air, his inner wolf whispers in the recesses of his mind. Must run.
The itch to rise and leave tugs at him. He'd like nothing better than to walk out the door, jump in his truck, ride to the back forty, rip off his clothes, and then let the beast take over.
Wind in his hair sounds good about now.
A giggle behind him announces the return of Blythe, his sister. She prances to her chair, flirting with the Kweo lycans one table over.
"What the hell are you doing?" He clenches his jaws.
"Spreading good will." She leans back, spreads her thighs, and then crosses her legs, offering the table a free show.
"Stop that shit," he says under this breath.
"Oh, come on, where's your sense of humor."