Wisia took measure of each pack member, counting again as she did so. She had been right the first time. There were twenty of them and Varina would make twenty-one. That would complicate the seating chart.
Mated pairs stood close to one another, several touching, many more draped about each other in a number of fashions. The Alpha, and Varina’s mate-to-be, stood at the entrance to the cobbled path. He was blond, tall and muscular, and his power shown from within him like a beacon. Odd that she should think of it that way, but that was exactly how it felt to Wisia, like a beacon. From his warm smile to his easy stance, she liked him immediately. Beside him stood a lone man who was easy to spot, and hard to peel her eyes from.
Brown hair hung down into eyes the color of a deep lake. He was built strong, shoulders coiling with hard muscle, but also lithe like one who ran frequently. The hilt of a sword peeked up above each of his shoulders. Full, very kissable lips pulled up into a grin as his eyes met Wisia’s.
Fire burned through her cheeks, tightening her nipples. Of their own accord, her eyes drifted to his groin, which boasted a nice swell. It made her wonder how big he would be aroused. Muttering a surprised curse, she cast her gaze away. A gasp and muffled giggle sounded beside her, drawing her attention back to her sister. Varina grabbed her arm and leaned close to whisper in her ear.
“Looks like Gerik fancies you.”