Adams' POV
“Mate–” Ted whispered, staring into her eyes.
She trembled on the spot, her fingers still on my face. Every part of my body remained normal with no dark fur or hair shooting out of it.
He only took over my senses and everything connected to it, from my eyes, voice and muscles.
“Adams,” she called me, but Ted laughed.
“I am not Adams, I am Ted, his wolf. And you are my mate.”
She detached immediately, and fell back into the bathtub, staring at Ted like he was some mysterious wonder.
“What did you do to Adams?” She asked, her voice trembling like the strings of a guitar.
“Adams? I didn't do anything to him. He is safe, inside.”
Ted wasn't one to speak much, but she had succeeded in making him talk longer than he always did.
She seemed to relax a bit, knowing I was safe.
