Deke
The little human gazes up at me, biting her lip. The wind kicks up, carrying her candy scent to me. I can’t get enough of it. She is literally the cutest human I’ve ever met. Everything about her makes me want to smile. And I haven’t smiled in ages.
Now that I’m alone with Sadie, the constant noise I usually tolerate from my wolf has died down. That urge toward violence—the underlying restlessness—seems to have dropped away. It’s been replaced by the urge to mark her, but that feeling I can control.
I won’t go there with sweet Sadie Diaz. I know claiming a human is an impossibility for me.
I’m way too far gone. Too dangerous.
“Um, thanks for helping me with that,” Sadie says.
“No problem. Happy to help.” I would’ve done it anyway. I wish I could’ve done more, and if I’d met Scot
