‘She will have a mate. Of course, she will. What the hell was I even thinking all along? She is a werewolf and not to mention, more powerful than me. I should have been more logical,’ Kyle cursed himself in his own thoughts.
His grasp grew softer on her wrist. The signs of him letting go of her were making Ashlee nervous. She didn’t want anyone else other than him. She just wanted him.
Daria sighed, shaking her head. She moved forward towards Ashlee. “Let’s go, Ashlee. This is not your home,” she said with an overly pleasant voice, far politer than when she spoke to Kyle.
“Huh?” Ashlee was stunned to hear that. Her eyes were firm on Kyle. He seemed to be a bit off upon hearing that Ashlee might leave him, if not now, then later.
“Let’s go,” Daria repeated, attempting to get her hands
