Percy's POV
While Henderson disappeared upstairs with her mother, I seized the moment to present Ezekiel with his birthday gift.
Henderson's present remains untouched in my pocket. Part of me wants to keep it there. Her parents draped that diamond necklace around her throat, and it sparkles against her skin like captured starlight. My simple wolf's head pendant looks pitiful by comparison.
'I need her wearing something of ours around her neck,' Usher snarls inside my mind.
'Later. When we're alone,' I respond. Usher won't let me leave without giving her our token, but I refuse to hand it over here where these Alphas can smirk at my modest offering.
Their gifts probably cost more than most people's homes. I'd gladly burn every single one if any crossed inappropriate lines. I didn't choose Henderson's gift based on price tags. Instead, I selected something that holds meaning for both Usher and me. She'll understand the significance, I hope.
