BROOKLYNN
A familiar girl’s voice breaks me from the bubble surrounding us. The wolf holding onto me growls at her in warning, but no threat.
How I really know the difference, I'm not sure. Maybe it is due to the fact that I know he is close to the girl and would never hurt her.
“I am spending time with my mate, Natalia.” He doesn’t take his eyes off me.
“Callan. She doesn’t fully understand what this would mean for her. You don’t want to trap her into a life she doesn’t want.” Callan snarls at her.
“She doesn’t know she doesn’t want it!”
“Exactly,” the girl— Natalia I guess— lifts her hands up in a placating manner. “She doesn’t know. Give Aaron back the reins so she has a chance to process how her world has changed. Don’t mark her without letting her know what she is getting in
