Leaning against the closed door, Suki panted for air as if she’d been running for miles. She ran her fingers through her hair as she tried to process the scene she had walked in on.
Reynard and Brendan. Her mates. Kissing.
Willingly kissing.
Two people who only had negative and hateful things to say about one another, who put up with each other for her sake. They shared something so intimate and passionate. Something bonding. Something that, in their community of male and female bonded werewolves, would be severely frowned upon for going against nature.
Barefoot, she trudged through the garden towards the trees, feeling the cooling grass against her warm skin. It grounded her and settled her ever so slightly – it was the only way she could feel connected to nature with the restrict
