When I finally caught up with Romero, I ordered our guards to keep a considerable distance and let us have a private mental conversation.
Romero raised an indignant eyebrow. "What are you doing here? Wasn't it easier to contact me through the link?" he asked, curious.
"You know I'm not the type to sit in the pack office and wait, right?" I replied, lowering my hindquarters.
"Really? I thought it was because a certain she-wolf cornered you at home," he retorted, howling in what sounded like a human laugh.
I clenched my canines into my gums, fighting the urge to bite him where I knew it would hurt. Romero lay down in the grass, relaxing his body.
"She has a strong personality," I responded, watching the wind rustle the leaves in the trees.
"So she'll be quite a challenge to tame, stall
