Wolfe pales when he realises what he just said.
"Way to go, genius! At this rate, we don't even need a week. We'll lose her tonight." Howl snarls at him.
"Well, you're certainly not helping, badgering me like this and plaguing me with your emotional outbursts!" Wolfe snarls right back. "I am already dealing with my own emotions!"
"Wolfe, I asked what you were talking about!? What mate bond?" Tala asks again, impatiently and with a hint of suspicion again.
"Nothing, just a figure of speech." Wolfe rubs his face with both hands, uncertain how to proceed.
But remembering Wulfric's words, the pressure is so overwhelming.
He has no time to lose.
"Be creative. Distract her." Howl reminds him.
Creative, huh?
Distraction, what could be more distracting than...
"Would you… would you like
