A subtle blush ran across Claude's face. He glanced at his grandfather, who was busy watching other wolves instead. He then slipped his hand out of Len's grip and used it to pinch Len's cheek.
"Calm down, mister. We're not alone." Claude, however, hid a smile under his little pout. He just took his hand back before Len could do something else to it. The mate turned to his other guests at the table. "Uh… we… are you guys okay? How was your trip?"
"What's up with that?" Mylene, Eugene's younger sister, pouted and dug into her pudding. "Gosh, I wish I had a boyfriend to bring."
"Aren't you supposed to finish high school first?" Eugene lifted a brow at her. He then glanced at Len, who only chuckled at Claude's and Mylene's reactions. "Look at what you've done."
