[Heather]
“I think we should talk,” Wesley said as we sat down on the couch in the living room. I did my best to hide my nerves, but I had a feeling I knew what was coming.
“Ok, what about?” I asked as I pretended that nothing was wrong.
“About Shane. About the pack, about us,” he said as he turned in his seat so that he could look at me.
“Do we have to? I mean…”
“Yes, we have to, Heather. Shane is your mate. You are his mate. What does that even mean?” he asked as he eyed me closely.
“You know what it means,” I said. “Samara explained it to you,”
“Yes, but what does that mean for us?” he asked, and he had every right. “You feel something for him. You feel that connection,”
“I do,” I admitted. “Ever since I met him…it’s been like this…I don’t know how to explain it, Wesley. It’s j
