With a smile that was more bared teeth than sweet lips, Vuk glared at every wolf, bear, cat, and whatever that fawned over his mate's hand. They said smile. He was smiling. It wasn’t his fault if the other shifters took his toothy smile as a threat. And he wasn't looming… definitely wasn’t appearing intimidating at a party he was hosting. Nope. Vuk was just... practicing perfect posture. That growl was simply clearing his throat.
