Rowan’s words hung in the air between us.
Careful of what it means when a wolf chooses you.
I stared at him, trying to make sense of that statement and failing completely.
“Okay,” I said slowly, “you’re going to have to explain that in actual human language, because right now you sound like a very intense fortune cookie.”
His jaw tightened slightly. “It means,” he said, voice controlled, “that wolves do not ask casually.”
I blinked. “What does that even mean?”
“It means,” he repeated, more firmly, “you should not accept attention from someone without understanding the implications.”
Something inside me snapped because suddenly it wasn’t just confusing, it was insulting.
“Oh my God,” I said, throwing my hands up. “You cannot be serious right now.”
His eyes narrowed slightly. “Harp
