Milla Will POV
"What do you want to talk about?" he asked, gently holding my blood-stained hand.
"I mean, you know, I'm only 17 years old, and..." I trailed off, unsure of how to approach this without upsetting him. He has a quick temper, and I'm not even sure if now is the best time to discuss things.
"And?" he raised an eyebrow, his narrowed eyes searching for understanding.
Of course, I don't even know how I'm going to make him see things the way I do.
"So, I need time to embrace my wolf, and we've already discussed continuing my university studies together. So, I would appreciate it if you didn't create scenes like this. Besides, as an Alpha, your pack needs you. What do you think?" I tried to choose my words carefully.
Knowing I'm talking to a volcano and that his temper is not
