Carly
I roll my eyes when another growl leaves Caden’s mouth. He is lying on the couch in his wolf form, and since he isn’t exactly little but freaking enormous, I have to lean against him. The wannabe lapdog is taking up the entire space, and I sigh.
“You’re only in your wolf form to growl at Everett whenever he moves inside the pack house, aren’t you?”
Caden whines and turns his head to lick my face. I try to get away and return to eating my chicken salad, but the big boy isn’t interested in letting me go. He immediately starts to groom my hair with his long tongue, and I spit and snort when he accidentally winds up licking my face instead. But judging from how his fluffy, cream-colored tail wags, I have a feeling the bastard is doing it on purpose.
“Stop! You’re not helping!” I tr
