No wonder why they are an endangered species.
Seraphina is a part of that species my subconsciousness just has to remind me. Oh, f**k. I shouldn’t have said that I mentally scold myself. f**k, I’m screwed up.
“No, but on a serious note, Seraphina,” the she-wolf words draw me back in.
“I think it’s really sweet that you’re waiting for your mate instead of accepting a chosen. That speaks a lot about your character,” she says and then pauses. The she-wolf looks both ways as if she’s making sure no one is listening in. I almost laugh at her actions.
If she only knew.
Once, the she-wolf is certain that no one else is around she leans into my beloved shoulders and whispers, “If we’re going, to be honest, I don’t think that I could have been strong enough to go more than a century without a
