Three days in, and I was still trying to wrap my head around Teagan's generosity. She'd given me a safe place to stay, cooked dinner for me every night, and somehow tolerated my incessant need to be near her. I tried to mask it, to not make it too obvious that I was, for lack of a better word, craving her presence. The last thing I wanted was to freak her out or, even worse, unintentionally hurt her. But the question lingered – how did a werewolf and a human... mate?
College had been a series of fleeting encounters, but none of that prepared me for the intensity of what I felt around Teagan. I'd grown accustomed to humans, their habits, their predictable nature. Yet, here she was, completely throwing me off with her kindness. And not just towards me, but to Link, too.
That irked me more
