Robert Montgomery POV:
Mine.
My wolf is rarely vocal, and this is the first time it’s laid a claim so blatantly. That is something I’ll have to deal with later.
Charlotte lives on the sixth floor, and when she begins to open her door, I notice the security system. Whoever set it up did a damn good job of it. I can’t smell anyone’s scent aside from hers, which means nobody has come to her apartment.
She flicks on the lights, and I hear a disgruntled meow. Mano is sitting in the doorway of the small entrance hall, and when she sees me, she stands up, stretches, and then trots over, completely ignoring Charlotte. She rubs herself against my legs before sniffing my chewed-up shoes with a lot of interest.
I crouched down to pet her. “Hey, girl.”
She purrs loudly.
“Hussy,” Charlotte scoff
