Wolfe Ranch
Now I see why Owen kept sneaking into Cat’s room at night.
“What’s your wolf’s name?” I asked.
“Lupa.”
“So your name means wolves and your wolf’s name is pretty much wolf,” I stated.
“Yeah, it’s ridiculous. What’s your wolf’s name?” she asked me.
“Bane.”
She giggled, then said, “Together we would be wolfsbane.”
I chuckled at her, then took a deep breath of her scent. She smelled so good, fresh and clean but yet still smelled like the woods.