Sloane
“I don't have a wolf,” I said, as if it was a near story. Everyone who knows me knows how I am without a wolf.
I wasn't born with one, and I wasn't ready to listen to whatever they had to say. This is real life, not some fantasy world. I don't have a wolf, so there's no way I can be their mate.
“Yes, you do,” Hunter said. “You have a wolf, she is just repressed.”
“What do you mean, repressed?”
Dean stepped forward this time, his eyes searching mine while I waited for them to say something, to say anything.
“Can you at least sit down?”
I looked at the bed and then back at them. I needed to hear this for myself, so I better sit down. I walked back to the bed and plopped my ass down, hands across my large chest as I listened to them.
They all walked to where I sat, their hands
