Gideon
Riva and I were getting too close. I didn’t mean physically. Yes, we had been physically involved, but it was more than that. Our souls were getting too close.
Sharing a dream?
That could be a problem. I didn’t want the witch to see some parts of me. Not just yet. It was okay that she might suspect some all along, but to see for herself? No.
Mates? I wondered. I realized that I didn’t really understand that term. Wolves often threw the term around. Some females were even grateful they got assholes for their mates. I could never understand that. Why couldn’t they just leave? What god or goddess would be too cruel to hand out punishments like that? They felt like prison sentences.
The Wolfless Pack began with a noble goal. At least, I thought it was the case. I would like to
