The evening breeze brushed against his face, his face glowed with a beautiful smile. His mood was different tonight, and his pack members could sense it. They whispered among themselves, wondering what or who could have made their Alpha happy. He made sure laughter and music filled the air. He wanted the night to be light for them. There was food, there were drinks, and enough space for everyone to join the games and fun.
Some of the students had come to him earlier, asking, "What are we celebrating, Alpha?" He had only given them a smile and said it was for good days.
He wished he could tell them the truth, but silence was the only way to keep Angela safe. That secret weighed on him more than the bottle of vodka in his hand. He took another sip, but the sound of a car pulling up at the dormitory gate made his heart still. He knew that car. He knew who it belonged to.
