Elodie
I let Charlotte drag me about 10 yards before I stop her by plating my feet into the ground.
“Char…”, my voice is quiet. And my feeling of this being a little overwhelming for her confirmed when she turns to me wide-eyed.
“F**k.”
I have to stifle a laugh because the curse just sounds so unpracticed coming from my friend. Charlotte never cusses. Never. Always the poised, business-minded, slightly shy ( ok, extremely shy but hides it behind the before mentioned qualities) Beta. Right now, she’s just the 30-something she-wolf that thought she’d be alone forever and got handed the grand prize in the shape of a hot, nice, pretty established guy who is excited to find his mate.
I get the nervs. Had them, too, when I first recognized Jordan. And we had been dating for a few months b
