Zeph's POV
I grab my hockey stick and head for the ice rink, my wolf won't stop telling me and scolding me about why I didn't mark my mate. Xander is pacing restlessly in my mind and his frustration is bleeding into mine
‘She's walking around freely as if she belongs to someone else when she clearly belongs to us,’ Xander growls in my head. You should have marked her when you had the chance. Now she's out there, and that bastard Diego could—
"Just shut the f**k up for once in your life," I mutter under my breath, earning a few strange looks from students I pass in the hallway.
We have her now, and we can only wait until she's able to discover her wolf. That's what I want to focus on right now. I'm not actually going to skate on the ice, I'm using that as an excuse so I can take her to
