Torin’s pov
“It’s your wolf, isn’t it?” The doctor asked as I stepped out in the hall.
“It’s none of your business,” I growled.
“How long ago did you two meet?” He asked, ignoring my outburst.
Despite my anger, my guilt, and the strong feeling of needing to claim my mate to keep her safe, I replied. “It’s been months.”
I knew the exact amount of time since we met, down to the minute, but that wasn’t any of his business.
He paled as he realized what this meant. “Months? And you haven’t gone feral?”
“Clearly not,” I growled, although today I felt as close to going feral as ever.
I couldn’t stop my dad from being killed, but I sure as hell would make sure my mate was safe. It overwhelmed me, the need to keep her safe. To keep her in my sight. To the point that it was driving me crazy.
