Della watched as Max, Alexander's wolf, disappeared into the forest as he headed in the direction of the suspicious vehicle.
She turned back to the giant of a werewolf who had her pups captivated as he told them about a time he chased a real tornado.
He looked familiar. "Were you at the gala that got crashed at Crescent Moon?" She asked him.
"Yes I was," he laughed, and she remembered him, he was the one who had grabbed a drink from one of the elite females and gotten in to a mock wrestling match with her. "That was a great party. I don't know who set all of that up, but when they told me about the invitations I knew I couldn't miss it."
Della laughed. "Did you enjoy the werewolf moonshine?"
"Damn straight I did! That was some killer stuff, had a real kick to it! Don't tell me you had something to do with all of that," he exclaimed.
