Big Bad Wolf

Kamen hated weddings. Oh, it wasn't that he minded seeing members of his pack hook up and get hitched. Hell, he loved that. Even when Colin, the groom, was marrying someone that might bring all manner of weirdness to the bloodline. It gave him a real feeling of pride, of accomplishment, when a pack mate under his protection found happiness.

What Kamen hated was the business suit and glad-handing part of it. Made him feel like Marlon Brando in the old Godfather movies, with people barraging him with questions and favors that needed filling. That and the waiting. Wait for the ceremony to start. Wait for the bride and groom to get done with the pictures. Wait for the speeches.

Waiting bored him. So Kamen indulged himself with his favorite activity. Hunting.

Nothing stirred a wolf's blood like the hunt, and while this was far more civilized than most of the places he let the wolf out, there was plenty to stalk. Including the best man.

He'd seen Steve before. Of course he had. He knew every member of his pack, at least on sight. They'd never really spent any time together though, and somehow Steve... smelled different now. There was an undertone of pure panic which kicked Kamen's hunting senses into overdrive, but there was also this aura of curiosity. Steve was looking at certain people with a whole new expression. One that told Kamen the man had figured out the whole sex thing. Or at least that Steve was beginning to get a clue.

Which meant he was fresh game.

Slipping through the crowd, Kamen headed over to the buffet where Steve stood, picking at some little canapés made with goat cheese and lamb.

"So, what do you think, Steve?"

Steve jumped, big brown eyes going wide, staring at him like he was a snake that had just struck. "Uh. Kamen! Hey."

Irresistible. Poor Steve looked like he was gonna faint, like he was completely freaked out by the idea of talking to the pack alpha. It made Kamen want to bite him, throat, belly and privates....

"Hey. Enjoying the party?" Knowing Steve would respond properly, Kamen stuck his hand out to shake.

Steve automatically took his hand, his scent intensifying, sweat springing up on his upper lip.

"Well, uh, sure," Steve said after clearing his throat. "Col is my buddy. I'm happy for him."

"Are you? I thought you weren't fond of Myra."

A nervous laugh burst out, and Steve tried to take his hand back. "Oh, she's okay. We just had a misunderstanding back in the day, is all. She makes Col happy, so who am I to argue?"

"Who indeed?" Squeezing once, Kamen let Steve go, smiling into those nervous eyes. "Come have a drink with me."

"What, now? I, uh, I have a speech here soon."

"Then after." Kamen let his hand fall heavily on Steve's shoulder. "I insist."

"Oh. Okay. Well, I'll see you after then."

Score. Kamen nodded. "You just bet you will, Steve. Count on it."

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