Quinn
After a few days of pretty much carrying Irina around the pack house, my wolf had finally calmed down. I reminded her how much she was mine across every piece of furniture on the alpha floor. She bore this with more grace than I had thought possible for such an independent woman. I suspected she liked the intense and overt affection, having never really received it before.
The images my subconscious dreamt up of alternative endings to her ambush necessitated me keeping her close. Luckily the intensity of those images had begun to subside. I wasn’t, however, happy about tonight, but Irina would not budge on the issue of this show fight.
From what I could understand, the gym had been a joint venture, born out of an idea to help her friend and fellow hunter out of a bad situation a
