*Dimos*
I become acutely aware of her stiffening and withdrawing, physically removing her hand from my grasp, and emotionally erecting an invisible but chilling barrier between us. The horror that crosses her lovely features takes me aback.
"Don't be ridiculous. Marriage is not for me." She says.
Did she never consider it? Knowing pack society as I do, I can well imagine her arguments: She is quite on the shelf. She can't bear children. Her lack of purity. I care about none of those reasons, considering them all absurd.
But perhaps what she truly means is that marriage to me is not for her. Perhaps like her previous lovers, I am fine for a romp between the sheets for a short while, but once we have attained our goal, we will part ways. Not that I can blame her. While my brother and sis
