"Complicated because of the subject or because of the professor?" he joked, though his amber eyes scrutinized her with intensity.
"A bit of both," she admitted, letting out a nervous chuckle. "It's hard to concentrate when the professor is you."
Maren declared, feeling her heart throb with panic. How did she dare say that? She didn't know what Thorne would say, but she quickly decided to change the conversation: "I think I’m just missing my father a lot."
"I heard talk of David," Thorne commented, his voice becoming soft. "He was a respected wolf in many packs. You have that same determined look."
"He was," Maren smiled with a sweet melancholy, her eyes moistening at the memory. "That’s why the university is so important to me. It’s the only thing I have left of his legacy."
They chat
