***Agnes***
I smell his scent nearby, my wolf impatiently wagging her tail for him to come inside the house and speak to us. But after finding out who he is to me, I do not wish to see him anytime soon.
There’s a tap on my shoulder and I turn to find Zane watching me closely, his hair still wet from his shower.
“What’s on your mind?” he signs.
I try to brush him off but he insists.
“You’ve been stirring the steak sauce with the stove off for 10 minutes now,” he argues with a soft smile. “What’s wrong?”
“How is Talia handling her wolf and mark? Don’t think I didn’t see it,” I tease him, changing the subject.
Zane blushes and timidly hides his red face from me, likely mumbling something under his breath. He turns back to me when he calms his blush down.
“Whatever it is that’s bo
