“No, she’s definitely not my mate but I feel a deep connection with her all the same. I feel this weird urge to protect her, to be around her. My wolf really likes her. He might…he might love her but he’s not in love with her …” I trailed off, not sure if I was making any sense.
“What’s her name?” Asked Dad, his tone cautious.
“Star, well it’s Hannah technically but…”
I heard a sharp intake of breath on the other line followed by a heavy sigh.
“Dad?” I asked.
“We need to talk, son. Face to face as soon as you’re able to come see your Mom and me!” Specified Dad.
“Ok, yeah,” I answered.
“When will you come?” Asked Dad.
“I’ll try to come after the talent show tonight!” I said.
“Ok, great!” Said my father, though he didn’t sound as though this was great. He seemed anxious.
“You ok, D
