Angeline
“Angeline, I told you to ride his stick, not to hold his hand as if he were your pup school sweetheart,” Cal grumbled in my mind, shaking her muzzle.
“Good grief, Cal! I want to hold his hand. It feels good, okay? It’s big, warm, and calloused! He has a great hand!” I fired back. All I wanted was to feel good a little bit and well, holding his hand and being close to him filled me up with the right feelings.
“Filling you up in another way would be a better idea!” Cal insisted, but I ignored her. My hand, my choice.
Shaking my head, I focused on Caro. I was looking forward to hearing her reply. Come on, girl! Say yes! This all male group of ranked wolves stinks. We all need some girl power in this realm!
“Alpha Grant, this is an honour, but I am not the right person,” Caro
