Twenty-Five

Kaylee's P.O.V.

It felt like I was a teenager again, getting caught passing notes in class. I subtly tried to pull my arm away, only to feel him squeeze it tighter.

"You're Parker's mate," He stated, but I refused to look up at him still. My short hair slid from behind my shoulder, blocking my face. "Look at me."

The command was clear, and surprising even myself, I felt compelled to follow his order. It seemed something would be changing since being mated to a wolf. I hadn't been expecting to respond to such a command from his kind.

I blinked several times, hoping my eye color had gone back to normal before slowly glancing up at him.

"Your name," He requested, and my jaw tightened with reluctance. Parker was going to have to save me and then kill me for fucking up and literally walking myself into the hands of the council.

"Kaylee," I said curtly, not wanting to give him any more information than that.

"Did you get the information you were looking for, Kaylee?" He asked, and if