It is a little fucked but what isn’t? I’m living with my mate who rejected me, trying to get him to step out of his shell when I’m just going to leave in the end. This is the part of the deal I still don’t understand. Unless I at least figure out the root of the problem, I would have to ask either

She growls again, it is so angry that it sounds like a battle cry. I only saw a flurry of movement in front of my eyes and instincts took over. I stretch my hand out and grip her by the throat again, it is much harder to get my hand to go around her neck but I still have a firm enough grip, which

“It doesn’t matter, I sincerely apologize for the lack of hospitality, I’ll make sure it doesn’t repeat itself,” I wave my hand and thank him. “I hope your second night here was comfortable,” His words make me think of his son’s hands around my throat, pinning me to the door with his leg between

Okay, I don’t know if half of the things she is saying and does this apply to her pack or just life in general? Have I been living under a rock all my life? I follow with my eyes like she is some type of alien with the way she rushes down the stairs in six-inch heels. What the hell? We thankfully

I force myself to push that memory away. It is one of the times she was well enough to stay and chat with me, the few times since I was a kid that she smiled without tears in her eyes. I miss those days. I miss her even more. I swallow the lump forming in my throat and blink a few times. She alway