Jimmy snickers and leans back in his chair, returning his attention to his phone. “You’re the prince of the Wolf Kingdom, Darian. Women are throwing themselves at you. You’re going to be the highlight of the mating gathering next week. Why do you care what an insignificant woman said to you? Or is she someone important?”
I open my mouth to deny it, but the words get stuck in my throat.
Her vibrant red hair and those blue eyes come to mind. I’ve never seen a wolf shifter with those features. The most predominant hair colors among our kind are blond and dark. That red hair makes her look radiant. Her features are also striking. When I first saw her in the woods, yesterday afternoon, my wolf stirred in interest. There was something about her.
But she ran away, despair in her eyes.
And whe
