Car journeys can never be awkward when there’s a four year old in the car. I stare out the window of the passenger seat while Everest talks to the chatting Ben about anything and everything he can think of. The incident with Gabe has been long forgotten in his mind, but it’s still fresh in mine.
It made me realise that I have been judging Everest for so long. I had hoped my mate would be willing to love me, like all the other werewolf couples I have seen, but he was not. He seems to be, for example, when he tried to kiss me, but that’s his wolf talking, and I’ve known for a while now that he is not one with his wolf. Yet.
He keeps glancing at me thinking I don’t notice, but I do. His face is unreadable, masking his emotions. I hate that I can’t read him easier, but I guess I must be pret
