Love is Hell; Mate is Heaven
His easy smile reminded me of Trav and Diamond, a kind of reassurance that made me believe him.
From the second-floor lounge, Vivian leaned over the rail. She could see me moving on the treadmill, Ronan beside me with the tablet. Soon others drifted closer—Iver, Finch, Otis, Nessa, Nena. Their gestures and smiles carried over the music even if their words didn’t.
They were curious. They were welcoming.
Vivian’s lips curved. A solid group. Warriors, straightforward and loyal. Perfect company for me.
But she also noticed the way Iver and Finch lingered. Unmated wolves never missed a chance to flirt, especially with someone new.