Closed Door Confessions

Altas

I got to Calypso's house in record time; I was thankful my wolf listened as I kept insisting to at least carry my pants. It takes work to make suggestions when he is in the driver's seat. But he realized it was to help our mate, which is the only reason he agreed. Otherwise, he would have let me run naked and could have cared less.

I change back into my human self on Calypso's porch. While putting on the slightly damp pants, I devised a plan. My anxiety about seeing her is mounting now that I am standing here, about to go inside. I remember what Letha said about maintaining my calm and taking some breaths before opening the door.

The first thing I hear when I enter is Letha banging her hand against a door. "Calypso! This was not part of the plan at all! Get out of there; he will understand."

I hurried through the living room and went to where the voices came from. Approaching the door to her bedroom that Letha was glaring at as if it crossed her.

I hear a muffled Calypso fr