Seducing My Werewolf Hockey Captain
my wolf replied, practically laughing at my panic.
"Yates? I'm waiting," Fanny prompted, crossing her arms.
"It’s you, babe. Obviously," I said, the words tumbling out quickly.
“Liar,” Jack snickered in my head.
Fanny’s lips curved into a pout, though she looked pleased. "Are you just saying that, Yates?"
"No, I mean it. You are way more stunning and attractive than Sydney Sweeney could ever be," I told her, putting on my best reassuring smile.