Ares was right. None of this was fine. But I didn’t want to say that, and I didn’t want to talk about it.
I wanted to talk to him and to sort everything out so we could start looking forward to living the rest of our lives together; he wanted to sleep in a different tent and act like we weren’t mates because the woman he was supposed to call his mate was not going to be OK with that.
My chest tightened, and my throat was constricting a little. I was going to cry if I kept on thinking about this, even though I knew it was the best way to handle it. I knew it was selfish of me, but I wanted him.
He had not had a chance to talk to me properly about the fact he believed I was a white wolf, yet. That was another conversation that would have to wait until we had privacy.
“Everyone is going
