The poor she-wolf looked like a deer trapped in headlights at my words, so I chose not to mention them again, and began to walk hoping she would see it as an invitation to walk along with me as I had previously suggested, rather than an opportunity to run away like she had so clearly been attempting to when she came crashing into me….
And within moments there were footsteps by my side. “Please don’t think badly of me for being nervous.” She whispered, and I find myself looking to the sweet blue eyes searching my face for forgiveness. “I do not mean it as an insult to you nor your brother in any way.” She added with the most shaky of voices.
I found my brow furrowing. “Why would it be insulting to me or Hunter?” I asked, puzzled by the whole suggestion it would. Neither he nor I wanted t
