Peter's POV
That was the voice of my wolf, Flames. We rarely communicate with each other. I blocked him from my mind most times, because he liked interrupting my thoughts.
“How could you say I am developing feelings for him?” I questioned him.
“Who knows, you certainly started thinking about him more ever since he called us 'mate'.” He said, teasingly.
“I was just worried he would get hurt because of my actions.” I tried to explain.
“What about the fact that you thought he was cute?” He questioned again and I could picture him grinning smugly, obviously enjoying the fact that I was in a difficult situation.
“Can you just stop it? If you say another word again, I will shut you off.” I stated in a firm tone, annoyed by his teasing questions.
Anytime I was troubled about my feelings he
