Lane
When I tell her we are mates, her eyes grow a little too wide for her face. I know why, it’s because she thinks I’m a maniac who kidnapped her. She has said as much multiple times. But there’s not a single fiber of my being that doesn’t find the look she’s giving me right now, the same look she gives me every time she calls me crazy, to be the most adorable thing I have ever seen. It lets me know that the very next thing out of her mouth is going to be-
“You’re insane.”
Yep. Right on cue. I could sit here and talk to her forever. I want to know everything there is to know about her. My wolf is scratching and whimpering and whining, begging to come out. Begging me to get to know her in a much more physical way. It’s hard to keep him at bay because I am feeling the same urge. It’s w
