~ RIG ~
The following days were the most frustrating and most wonderful of my life so far.
I had a mate. She was there and beautiful, and even knowing the danger, even vowing to myself every morning that I’d give her some space to breathe, I still found myself hunting her down at some point during the day, even if it was just to open a door, or give her a smile.
She let me kiss her again, once… but the shadows of fear were back in her eyes.
I wanted to do everything in my power to reassure her that I wasn’t playing games. But she turned down every offer of a date, claiming she was too busy with work and school. And besides, the pack and I were spending each night hunting for the Night Walker—though after our organized effort, it appeared the thing was taking a lot more cautio
