Chapter 9 Lachlan

• Seren’s attitude with me had ruined my mood, and any chance I had with Cara… or Zara… or whatever her name was. So, I had gone back to joining my friends, disregarding my initial plans of spending my birthday evening finding she-wolves to keep me occupied and rid my mind of thoughts of the filthy, repulsive she-wolf that fate had given me for a mate. The night had not gone the way I had hoped. But, my friends were always good company. Especially when we had a few drinks down us.
• The party was, as parties go, not a bad one. Plenty of laughter, and fun, as to be expected from a pack celebration where there was an ongoing supply of food and alcohol. Music playing until the early hours. Everything a person could want for a party. Yet, I headed home at the end of my party feeling deflated. Like my coming of age had been nothing but a disappointment. Nothing like I had expected.
• Tyr had slipped to the nether regions of my mind early in the evening, in one hell of a mood with me, likely because of how I had been with Seren, so there had been very little communication with my wolf today; and a high percentage of the communication there had been was disagreements. You would think the day he met me he would have been as excited as me, but no, he was an argumentative fuck who I was already disliking. I just didn't understand.