He was not used to talking so much; his little mate could talk the ears off a wendigo. Always asking questions and not really listening to the answers. He tried to tell her he wouldn’t poison her, but she took it that he would kill her. He tried to tell her that she was his mate, the reason for the broken alliance, but she thought he meant Fawn and her brother.
She talked…a lot. Did she not enjoy silence?
She did finally grow quiet when he didn’t answer her questions anymore, but then he heard her tear material and he wondered what she was doing. Then she sat down next to the door again. He could scent her close to the door; it was surreal to have his mate so close.
And yet, he still could not touch her. He wondered if the touch would be so intense and addictive as the others have told
