“Are you f*****g kidding me! You’re really asking me this, right now! While our pack is minutes from going to war?!” I can’t help but yell.
A dark smirk graces his lips, as he stays kneeled before me. I shake my head in frustration, why now!
“Get up Keaton, I’m not answering that at a time like this,” I dig my nails into his arm, pulling him to his feet.
“I need you Lola. I have to have you,” he murmurs lowly, now sounding like a young child.
He’s my strong warrior, cold, stern, but still a child. I love him, my wolf loves him, but I don’t know if I’m ready to marry him yet.
I shake off my worries and answer him, “You have me Keaton, but I’m not going to grace that question with an answer until the war is over.”
He opens his mouth to say something, but we are interrupted by a horrid
