~Noah~
“What are you?” One question. “What do you want from me?” Two questions.
“Why can I hear, see, and feel you in my head?” The wall was broken... question after question started flowing out of her brain; Charlotte didn't even realize she was making them, and they all came at once like a tidal wave of doubt.
I quickly left my pickup sideways in the packhouse's front yard. I didn't even care to enter the packhouse, shifting immediately, shredding all of my clothes as I ran toward the forest limit behind her house. She had questions, and I would answer the best way I could. I was expecting a lot of reactions from her. My mate would be scared, I knew. She could even reject me, or not come out of her house and completely ignore me, believing she was going crazy. Still, the Charly who me
