I shake my head. “Not like that at all. It’s like…some kind of instinct in you, something you just know is true the moment you see it or smell it. Like…how you know your favorite color is green. You just look at it and even though you know the other colors are all very nice…green’s it. That’s the best one. Except with a mate, it’s…very specific and intense.”
I shrug, thinking that’s not a very good description. But words were never truly my gift.
“Green’s my favorite color too,” Shayne says softly, musing.
I smile a little, liking this girl and sensing that even if she is dedicated to Nadia, Shay’s becoming a friend to me as well.
My wolf gives a happy little growl like he does when he’s content and curls up in a circle in my soul, his nose tucked beneath the end of his tail. I smil
