Another night and Ale was looking to get away from the office. Maybe Savages weren’t cut out to have offices and desks. She much preferred the freedom of being out and walking around.
So that’s what she was doing tonight. But she wasn’t alone. Walking beside her was Cain, who at twenty-seven inches from his shoulders, wasn’t small. He was one hundred and ten pounds of muscle and teeth. But he appeared calm tonight, walking alongside her, ears perked for any sounds, eyes quickly scanning their surroundings. There was a calm confidence to his stride.
He had a leash, but that was in her bag.
The Prince was casual tonight, torn jeans with a black tank top. She wore a hooded leather coat and her hair was in a single braid.
She had also called Vivian before setting out, wanting her to be the first to meet Cain. So she finds a bench and sits, Cain finding a spot he liked at her feet.
Vivian York Selena