Roan
Her wolf is jealous, Roan’s wolf said.
Roan knew she was, and he wouldn’t lie and say he didn’t enjoy it. It was natural for her to react that way. To be jealous of another shewolf that showed interest toward her mate.
Although Sullen hated it.
Sullen scoffed. “I don’t want anything from you,” she said, waving her hand his way. “I just need to know if I’m stepping on someone else’s territory, that’s all.”
“Right, that’s why you attacked her outside?” Roan asked, digging a shirt from the midst of his chest-of-drawers. He turned to look at her, while slipping it back on. “Because you’re worried about hurting her feelings. You weren’t worried about that when she came out of the pack house.”
Sullen rolled her eyes. “It was my wolf. Not me. Get it right. So, you’re not sleeping
