ZAVIER
The cold water cascaded down my body, each droplet a welcome distraction from the constant whining of my wolf. He was restless, agitated, longing to be closer to our mate. I tried to ignore him, focusing instead on the physical sensation of the shower.
How stubborn were wolves? Sometimes I wished I could silence him but he was too loud, too dominant to be shushed.
“We need to be near her,” my wolf pleaded, his voice a persistent whisper in the back of my mind.
“Didn't you feel her fear?” I countered, hoping to quell his urgency. “She gets scared whenever I'm close to her and I don't wanna come off as a pervert.”
‘Then do something to please her, something gentlemanly.” he urged. She needs to know we care and we love her.’
I clenched my jaw, the steam from the shower rising aro
