ALDRIC’S POV
May the best werewolf win. How did it come to this? I finish the last of my Jack and Coke, put the money on the bar, nod my thanks and goodbye to the bartender, and head towards the door. Galina and Marco left right after the toast, but I couldn’t get myself to leave. I couldn’t bring myself to leave her.
‘Go get her; she is yours.’ My wolf has repeatedly been growling that phrase, and even though I am not drunk enough to do anything stupid, he has a point. We had a date tonight. A date? Wolves don’t date, humans date, wolves mate for life, and we instantly know who we are destined for.
There is no need to present for each other, to suffer through small talk and decipher what the unsaid words and half-truths mean. To wait for the exact appropriate amount of time before y
