Canan's POV
"What do you mean that you don't know what to say? You always have a reason for everything you do."
Her question hangs in the air like an accusation. If only she could understand that what I feel in my heart has transcended explanation completely. My wolf, usually composed and vicious, totally loses his cool whenever he sets his eyes on her. It's maddening. It's terrifying.
Somehow, I found her confrontation infuriating during our first encounter, but as time went on, I just enjoyed it. Now I crave it. I crave her fire, her defiance, the way she refuses to bow to anyone, including me.
“I've tried thinking about this, and somehow it doesn't make any sense to me.”
She folds her arms, brows furrowed with a curious expression.
“You're not explaining everything to me, Canan.
