"I don't," he says, his voice sounded richer and deeper. His wolf is definitely triggered. It's a good thing we're second chance mates, or I would've died then and there.
I sighed, softly cupping his face, "Atlas, be in full control, please."
In an instant, his eyes turned to it's normal color. The same pair of stormy gray eyes looked at me, except this time his pupils were slightly more dilated than usual. But I know Atlas is in charge. He shrugged my hands away from his face and looked away with a frown marred into his face. His jaw was taut and he looked tensed.
It was the first time I saw his wolf in control, and my wolf is loving it. I tilted my head at Atlas, "You know I'm right, don't you?" I asked softly. I mean, if I want to stay alive, I'd rather not trigger any wolf now, do I
