17. Norman
My wolf had been quiet for some time, angry at me for sleeping around with any woman I desired. I used them, then discarded them like nothing. But ever since the day I met this little bird and then later held her in my arms when I had gone to just stir s**t at Midnight Pack, he’d been different—active. And he had become even more responsive when I saved her from that bastard of an Alpha.
“I’ve never heard you call anyone beautiful before, not even Layla,” I said to him, my eyes still fixed on the delicate creature now resting in my arms. She looked confused, like she couldn’t understand why I held her so gently. She felt like glass, fragile, breakable, and all I wanted was to shield her from every harm this cruel world could ever throw at her.
“That’s because she isn’t beauti
