Louisa's POV
Just after I handed out the last piece of barbequed chicken to the soldiers, I noticed a tall, slender man standing away from the crowd in a distance.
He dressed up in a hunter green jacket, white shirt, and a pair of fine black silk pants just like the other soldiers from the Wind Winders Pack. That's Alpha Zackery's pack. But something about him, which I couldn't tell what it was at that time, was so different, attracting my attention.
He looked a bit shy when our eyes met. But he was still standing there, without coming forward.
"Zowie guacamole!" Colt approached me, holding a full plate of chicken wings, and said. "Is that me or is that man over there so hot?"
I frowned and said, "Hey, don't stare at him like that."