“I take it you don’t like to be bossed around?” Cal asked.
“Not exactly my forte.” I said as we continued walking down the street.
“I grew up doing what I was told and never living for myself. I always did what was expected of me. I never asked questions and I never broke the rules. I especially don’t like men telling me what to do and when to do it. And I don’t like being treated as though I’m a piece of property.”
Cal looked over at me.
“You seem like a pretty strong woman. Like you can answer for yourself.”
“Thanks.” I could feel myself blushing.
“The thing about being a wolf sometimes, is fate has other plans. It’s usually in our best interest and is typically not worth fighting against. We realize it’s all for a reason in the end.” Cal said as he kicked a rock off the curb.
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