Tracker sighed as he got out of bed. He knew that today he would have to have his A-game on and not let his feeling for Evelyn get in the way. She was a job and she wasn't his to take, mate or not. She was promised to someone else. He made his way to the kitchen and grabbed a cup of coffee. The hot liquid, giving him the perfect pick-up this morning. He had tossed and turned all night and it made him cranky.
"Yes, she is. She is our mate," Tank snapped in his mind.
"She's betrothed to someone else," he argued with his wolf.
"But she is ours!" Dubhe growled.
Tracker huffed, frustrated that his animals were arguing with him in his mind. "I don't need this today!" He uttered as he blocked them. They never want to work together, ever, but now they want to gang up
