Arlo
“Are you f*****g crazy?” Her shriek rips through my eardrums as she jumps off my bike and yanks her helmet off, her hair a wavy mess. She looks even more beautiful with helmet hair.
“Stop being such a baby. I drove the speed limit,” I say between laughs.
“Speed limit my ass,” Astrid huffs. “Wolves aren’t immortal, you know. There’s still a thirty-five percent chance we could crash and die.”
“I’d never let anything happen to my mate.” I hold the restaurant door open for her and I can tell she’s trying hard not to smile as she walks inside.
I wonder if she knows how serious I am. I’d fight through heaven and hell just to see her happy and healthy. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for this girl. Then again, I’d do it for anyone who means something to me. It’s how I’ve always b
