Casey laid on the cot, staring up at the ceiling. All she could think about was what her wolf had told her about mates and how Shane was her mate. She had never thought of Shane as more of a friend than a lover or significant other. But she had noticed that she thought of him more often.
And what about the way your breath caught in your throat when he was defending you against Christian and the other boys on the night of the shift moon? Her wolf pushed the thought forward.
You felt that, huh? Casey asked, blushing. She had almost forgotten about that in all the chaos of the last few days.
Of course. I am a part of you, you know. I can feel your feelings and hear your thoughts. As well as, read your emotions. When I am in c
