Freya POV:
He gets two towels wraping me in one he keeps giving me little looks his brows knitted together deep in thought. I can already feel that he has blocked me a little through the mate Bond. Did I do something wrong?
"Ura I don't like what you're doing. I was able to reach you easier, why are you blocking me out?" I even feel like I want to cry.
"No My Love, look I'm stopping, ok? I don't ever want to have you out! It's just my pack does things very differently with regards to the mate Bond. And every time somebody from the outside meets somebody from my pack..." "... they can't handle it?" I answer.
"Baby what day were you born? How old are you?" He asks holding me sending waves of happiness like he's trying to compensate for the few minutes I felt of sadness.
"January 29,
