My eyes widened with horror as I tried to back away as far as I could. However, there was only so much space for me to retreat to, and so much distance I could stretch the curtain so that it still shielded my body.
"Oh, come on, pet," the first man said. I recognized him. Patrick, one of the warriors who was old enough to be my father. He had two mates― one fated and one chosen, and his oldest daughter was older than me by two years. "We just want to have a little fun."
"There's no rush to leave," said the second man.
He was a little younger, but that didn't make him any less greasy. Jonas was one of the newest recruits. Word on the street was that he had rejected his fated mate just because she was older than he was. Yet another man who couldn't appreciate the Moon Goddess's design. If I had to say anything about it, his rejected fated mate had dodged a bullet.
"No, I'm good," I said, firmly shaking my head. "Shouldn't you guys be at the wedding right now?"
