Tyler
“I know what we can do,” I say to Amber with a waggle of my eyebrows. She pales slightly with a blush on her cheeks. “Damn, you're cute when you blush.”
“Can we just hang out, maybe?” She shrugs. “Like watch movies or maybe hang out in the game room.”
“We could do that,” I glance at Skylar, who shrugs.
Amber nods and walks toward the house. My twin and I silently follow her. Castor is in my head, mumbling about marking her, but I know now is not the right time.
‘We have to wait,’ I tell my eager wolf.
‘But we don’t have much time,’ He insists.
‘What is that supposed to mean?’ I ask, but he retreats. I look at Skylar, ‘Is Pollux acting strange?’ I mind link him.
‘More than usual?’ He counters, and I nod. ‘He was mumbling about marking Amber. Something about we don’t have much
