MINT
At the party Isabelle was a pure wild cat, but here she looked calm and collected like she had so much on her mind.
She was still fearless and carefree, the kind of characteristics I avoid in people, but hers had a genuine difference attached that one couldn’t miss.
She was naïve, yet brave enough to say what was on her mind even though it would have made her look slutty as other females would think.
I had literally mobbed out all the bold purple lipstick she smeared on her lips leaving a quivering red lips in its wake.
Still I wanted more.
Grey, my wolf was groveling for more, he wanted us to claim her and make her ours right here and now, he wanted her just like she wanted us.
But I had to restrain myself. I wanted to show her to my family, my grandfather and mother, I w
