Oakley's POV
While I was bending down to pick up my shorts to put them on, I shifted into my human form in an effort to silence my wolf's protests. I did this so that I could put on my shorts.
In spite of my best efforts, I was unable to piece together what had transpired the night before. I had been seeking for her for for ten years, beginning when I was sixteen, and I had finally found her. However, when I finally met her, I was shocked to find out that she was a rare silver wolf who was both a weak omega and a rogue. I had never expected her to be like this. She possessed all of the incorrect combinations of the characteristics that I never want in a mate, and as a result, I was unable to accept her.
You've got to be kidding me, man; I can't believe what I'm hearing! My wolf,
