m e k h i (incomplete)

s e v e n II

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s e v e n   II

Ember never really ate meat done like this, and her fingers pick up the rib curiously. Naively, she attempts to tear some of the meat hanging from the bone off, but it comes to no avail.

Alden watches with a deadpanned expression, stunned.

"Ember," he says, voice careful. Her face looks up to him innocently.

"What the fuck? That's not how you eat ribs sweetheart," it's quiet and laced with amusement. Her eyes grow wide, as he picks up her rib and places it in her hands. She holds it at the ends of her fingers, looking up at him again.

"Bite it. With your teeth," she looks at him curiously, turning her attention to the cut. He rolls his eyes with a laugh, demonstrating with a vicious tear of his own.

She shrugs, before clamping hard onto the succulent meat, tender between her teeth and melting on her tongue. It's coated in a sticky sauce, wet and a little sweet and spicy. Juices smear on her mouth, and a little to her cheeks. Alden laughs again, passing her some napkins, and watching her wipe her face.

"It's good," she's surprised, before digging in again.

"Duh," Alden murmurs, watching her joyfully.

She eats a little over half of her plate, and the male is satisfied with that. She cleans her fingers with a wipe, before throwing it into the rubbish bag. Music has started up, loads of other lycans crowing around picnic tables or standing. The smell of meat sizzles in the air, and everything feels warm, hearty. Her nervousness begins to dissolve.

Drinks are being shared too, and she refuses when Alden offers.

"I can barely stand on two feet when sober. I'd rather not know what mess I'd be drunk," wolves had a lower tolerance for alcohol. He laughs, remembering the countless times the female has tripped over nothing but air during their classes.

They walk through the clearing, amber eyes just watching. There's a large group of males, and Mekhi falls into the group, They're all broad, big and powerful. She jabs a thumb in mute questioning.

"Elite warriors," Alden says, and she nods, pressing her face to his side.

"The biggest and the baddest," she says, and the male snorts on his beer, using the back of his hand to wipe his face.

The males feel her look at them, and they all turn at once, watching her with gentle expressions. She jumps, hiding behind Alden. The general grins.

"Just give them a wave. Everyone's been dying to meet you," and she does, being greeted back with waves and smiles.

"I told you we weren't that bad," he mutters, the music getting louder. Micah whoops at the song, and eyes turn to him jamming whilst braising some steaks. Ember giggles.

"I'm sorry for my poor judgement," she mumbles, and before the male can respond, a feminine squeal is heard, and Ember is practically jumped on.

The blonde female isn't willing to let go, grip hard and wanting. Ember squeaks underneath her, and Alden pulls Thalia off before she'd suffocate the wolf.

"Ember," she says, blue eyes bright. Ember doesn't get a word in, before being pulled into another tight hug. Alden groans, facepalming himself.

"You're beautiful," picking up the ends of her hair.