We had already transferred all my things in, and now we were enjoying hot tea, lazing on the couch, when Jase turned up again. He managed to open the door even in his wolf form, and he came to the couch, hopping on it and settling between Val and me, and staring at the other man while he was showing his back to me.
What a moody wolf.
“Jase,” I addressed him softly and touched the thick winter fur coat. I had missed feeling his coat so much.
He growled, not looking away from Val. He was still pissed, but it was hard to tell whether it was more at the stranger sitting on the other side of the couch or at me.
I sighed and went to close the door Jase left open.
Val gulped, “Um, Beth, could you tell him to stop giving me death threats with his eyes? He’s making me nervous, and I feel like
