Jax
My wolf wanted nothing more than to scale the tree and end the wretched bird who had dared to intrude on our moment with Willow. I kind of wanted the same thing, but I knew that out here in the middle of the forest was not exactly the best place for a romantic interlude, especially not for someone who was clearly as inexperienced as Willow.
Don’t get me wrong, I had saved myself for my soulmate too, but I had also messed around some when I was a teenager. I could not resist the temptation of the local girls being my stupid hormone-addled self, though I never crossed that final line. So, yeah, I had a bit of experience.
None of that mattered now though. Willow was my one and only, and I would wait as long as I had to for her. I would also make damn sure her first time was special.
