Hiding my hands in my pockets, I clenched them into fists, immediately regretting my question. I had no right to ask such a personal thing. It was none of my business whom Dorothy wanted to date now.
Theodore stepped forward until we were toe to toe. My wolf rose to the challenge, sensing a threat to what it still considered ours.
Our eyes locked in primal confrontation.
"Yes, I'm wooing her," he said with deliberate slowness. "What about it?"
My jaw tightened involuntarily. The veins on the back of my hands stood out as I fought the urge to grab him by the throat. The wolf inside me snarled, demanding I assert dominance, claim what was mine, remind this weaker male of his place.
Dorothy's light kick to Theodore's calf broke the tension. "Stop joking around," she said with
