"Uhm, don't think I'm having second thoughts about us or anything," I started, cringing when my wolf growled at me. "I'm just curious to know," I finished off.
"Go on, baby," damn it, why does he have to make butterflies flutter in my stomach every damn time he speaks?
"I want to know why you kill the women and the children?" my voice was a little meek and my demand came out as a question instead. My question doesn't seem to surprise him, it was as if he was waiting for me to shoot out my questions. I waited for a few minutes but I didn't receive my answers, no he threw a question to me instead.
"What happens to the women of the pack when they lose most or all of the males?" his question threw me off guard for a moment. I tried to recall the rules made by ancient wolves regarding his
