SPARROW
"She's a creature of the night, isn't she?" Thea mused, his voice low. "A wild thing, trying to slip through our fingers."
I simply shrugged, a wry smile playing on my lips. A silent sip of my own beer was all the response I could muster.
I honestly wasn't in the mood to drink right now. My wolf was giving me another headache about our mate. I was tempted to shut him off, but that would probably make him angrier.
Peter nodded, stuffing his face, and asked, “So who do you think will win today's welcome party game? Who'll be the first to find the prey and claim her?”
"We can't share mates.”
“Mate is ours.” My wolf purred out while I tried to ignore him.
My wolf growled deep in my chest, a rumble that echoed through my veins. His eyes burned with possessive hunger, a possessi
