Nadia
“And what does this whole mate thing mean for like, your dating life?” Grace asks, stabbing some eggs with her fork and taking a big bite, clearly absorbed in the questioning. “Do you just not date anyone, sitting around waiting for your mate?”
“Grace!” I hiss, leaning towards her and smacking her arm. “f*****g – stop! You can’t just ask strangers whether or not they bite their girlfriends!”
“Oh, you’re not a stranger, are you, Greg?” Shayne says, leaning towards the wolf next to her, wrinkling her nose adorably. He beams at her – as captivated as she said he is.
“I can too ask!” Grace says, snapping her face towards me with a frown.
“You’re being so rude!” I whisper, pissed and embarrassed as hell.
“It’s not rude!” she bites back. But then her face falls and her shoulders str
