Lost Creek Hollow girl you party all the time

Calling it a blast was definitely an overstatement. Arthur had to be the most boring bear in all of existence, even when he was awake! At least, from what Xan remembered. He just wandered around and complained, or ate berries and bugs—never anything fun. But, so as not to ruin the mirage now in place, he didn’t mention any of this. He’d let her believe whatever.

Where he held onto compliments, treating them like a prize that it took ages for anyone to earn, she wasn’t nearly as greedy. He didn’t know whether to appreciate it or feel skeptical, so he felt a small mix of both. “I hope I do,” was his response. “I was born to eventually lead.” At least he’d always thought so, being the firstborn to an alpha pair. Whether or not the reins would have been handed over to him had the original pack not disbanded, he would never know, but not a day had gone by where he’d thought otherwise. Even if any of his sisters would have challenged him, back then—and maybe even still, under the right circumstances—he wouldn’t have had any qualms about putting them back in place. The valley was always meant to be his, not theirs.

As soon as she took a step towards him his body tensed up, the memory of his first meeting with Laurel flickering through his head. With a furrowed brow, he said, “Well, yeah,” as if what she’d said was the most obvious thing. “I don’t think anyone’s good at just one thing.” What she was trying to do went right over his head—no surprise there. Like with Laurel, he just chalked it up to her being weird.