Mish's POV
Wes is on edge, more than on edge.
I can hear the fast beat of his heart as he sits beside me, his hand so tightly wrapped around mine I think I'm losing sensation in my fingertips.
"Wes" I whisper, pulling his glare from Owen for the hundredth time... trying to calm him.... trying to appease him.
I'm missing most of the conversation between Luna and Luna Tara as I concentrate on him instead.
"What's wrong?" I link.
"He's looking at you, the grimey little worm of a wolf is looking at you" he seethes.
"Wes, look at me" I request and when he does I add "Yours, all yours".
"Mine" Wes growls through my mind, his hand moving to hold my thigh as he pulls me closer, more possessive but calmer... somehow calmer.
I turn my attentions back to the discussion at hand, not missing t
