She's feeling awkward beside him. It's far more than just because of height. More than the fact that he seemed so utterly comfortable in his own skin (and perhaps in the wolf's, as well). He was honestly one of the most beautiful people Molly had ever seen. He stood tall and elegant and refined--meanwhile she was fairly certain she still had dirt on her face and twigs tangled in her thick hair from the last change. - HI BEAUMONT
Beaumont could feel the frenetic energy radiating off of the woman beside him. It was like emotional static electricity; he expected to be shocked at any moment. But it would be unforgivably rude to say any such thing to a guest, particularly tonight. They had put too much work into bringing everyone together to spoil everything by being, well, snobs. That was the word Paul would use. Had used, in fact, an hour earlier when they were getting dressed for the occasion.
And he was right. It was beyond time for the local wolves to start thinking of themselves as, and acting as, a pack. Some of them already did so by family line, of course, but they weren’t merely animals, bound by blood and limited by it at the same time. They could choose their loyalties, if they so desired, and be a stronger community for it. And that meant welcoming and befriending all kinds.
“Thank you for joining us, Ms. McKie. There is a restroom at the top of the stairs if you’d like to freshen up,” he offered with a small smile and a subtle glance at her hair. “Will anyone else from your family be joining us?”