MILLICENT
“So...” Zayne said after a beat, leaning back against the arm of the couch like he had all the time in the world, “are you finally ready to talk about the mating thing?”
I let out a long sigh and leaned forward with my elbows on my knees. I've been avoiding that topic, seems he figured that out. “Yeah… that.”
He smiled back at me looking so patient and annoyingly calm. “Did you know already,” I asked slowly, “that not making a decision means weakening our wolves?”
His brows drew together slightly. “I didn't know it would happen this fast. I knew it would happen eventually, but I thought you’d have time. Time to figure out what you wanted before it became a problem. It wouldn't be right for you to feel forced.”
I stared up at him, searching his face for something, guilt, mayb
