Abby Shafer stood the long line of women and wished this scenting ceremony was over with.
Seriously, the Valiant werecougar colony relied too heavily on traditions that were no longer relevant.
Like when the new alpha and all the other bachelors chose mates from all the eligible females in their small colony.
The rest of the world did things like dating and falling in love—but the shifter communities were all, "Let's sniff each other and see how that works out."
She tapped her foot on the wood floor thinking about how being viewed and chosen like a steak in a display case was less romance and more grocery store. Why not just go to the Gardner General Store and stand in the deli section with all the rest of the meat?
She looked around the room feeling more and more antsy. Her mother, who sat next to Daddy in the second row of the pews filled with proud parents, stared at her with brows furrowed.
