As we left the elders; I knew three things to be certain.
One: I was not the same man, the same Alpha, the same wolf, nor the same leader I was before I met Lily.
I thought nothing in this world would come before my pack. My family.
Until I met her, and she became my family. She became the future of my pack. She became everything.
Two: There was nothing I would not do to keep her safe. I knew this for certain. My wolf wouldn’t allow her to even get a scrape on the knee if he could avoid it. I felt posessive.. territorial.. and protective.
She was mine, and only mine.
She may not feel it yet. She may not be certain. She may hate me right now— but one day, I would mate and mark her, and she would be my Luna.
I didn’t care if it took her thirty years to appreciate the idea. It would happen.
Three: My desire for her body would get me in trouble if I didn’t calm it. It wasn’t even me, really— my wolf wanted to mate her, to claim her; to mark her as ours. He didn’t want to wait. He didn’t want her around unmated males unmarked and unmated— he knew how she would smell to them. Delicious, like the most exquisite wine..
No, I was not the same man or Alpha I was when I met her.
And I never would be again.