Ace is acting like the cat that got the cream since he and Zara mated – multiple times.
“Hey! Do not call me a cat, that’s racist!” He shouts indignantly.
“Calm down, Cujo, it was just an expression,” I say rolling my eyes.
He gasps, “Now you’re calling me a rabid dog, the insults just keep coming.”
Believe it or not, this is Ace in a good mood. Damn wolf is practically floating on air, and I know the feeling. Being connected to Amelia and Zara is incredible. I’m thrilled I get to talk to her wolf now and Ace can talk to Amelia. Naturally, his first topic of conversation with her was throwing me under the bus. My wolf is such an asshole.
“Do not say it takes one to know one!” I exclaim cutting Ace off before he can speak. He’s quick to clamp his muzzle shut. Yeah, I know him too we
