AINSLI POV
BACK AT THE DRIFTER PACK
I had spent the entirety of the previous day speaking with Drifters. Rogues. My people. I had always been good in school and could memorize information at the drop of a hat. So this was my new class - learning those I was now destined to protect. I fell asleep repeating their names and recalling images of them in my mind. Trying to partner snippets of information with each of their faces as I engraved the pictures into the most permanent corners of my brain.
I had been a bit of a prude growing up - a feat for a werewolf - so now that I had my mate, I was pretty handsy. I had a taste of what it was that his delectable body could offer, and I found myself wanting s*x every waking moment. Balancing pleasure with responsibility was a new struggle for me.
