"Alpha," Lenn takes short quick steps toward Ryker when he sees the Alpha stroll into the Villa with his hands in his pocket.
He is blowing a melodic whistle with his lips.
"You are finally back," Lenn couldn't hide the anxiousness in his tone nor the big line of frown sitting heavily on his forehead.
He is so upset that he couldn't go to the party with the Alpha Ryker as he had demanded to be left alone. To top it all off, the Alpha didn't return all night.
"Why are you frowning so early in the morning? Did something happen?"
Lenn leans forward and smells Ryker's shirt with a wrinkled nose, "What happened to you, Alpha?" He could already tell the acidic odor was imprinted with human vomit.
And there was a heavy soft floral scent all over the Alpha.
"Get the Pack's barber here immediately," Ryker urged, amused at himself for what he is about to do.
