It was a quiet sort of strength that carried us through the difficult times, but as I came to a stop outside Fallon’s nest, I wasn’t sure if it would save us now.
Your turn. My wolf released his skin.
Hesitantly, I knocked on the door to the crate. “Can we talk?”
“You’ve had no problem talking this whole time.” Her voice filled my head, making me smile.
It was different than when the pack communicated telepathically. Her tone was feminine and sharp, a soothing distraction from the noise that normally cluttered my mind.
I could get used to hearing it.
“But you weren’t responding.” I leaned against the edge of the crate, waiting for her to open up. “How are you going to mark me and leave me alone like that?”
I could feel her embarrassment through the wall separating us. The floral hin
