Blake
“Do you think she’s our mate?” I ask my wolf, Keanu, as we jog back home.
“I don’t know,” he grunts. “I cannot sense her wolf at all. The only thing I could pick up was her desire for you to do more than fondle her underwear.”
“Clyde has been taking advantage of her for her entire adult life,” I say angrily. “I will not disrespect her like that.”
“It’s not disrespect if she wants you to,” Keanu argues. “And believe me, I could smell how much she wanted it.”
“Because of the circumstances,” I reason. “It was an emotional evening. If I acted on desire, I would be taking advantage of her vulnerable state. I’m just grateful she’s giving me half a chance after the way I acted towards her.”
“Yeah, you’re a jerk without my guidance,” Keanu teases.
“Shut up,” I snort as I kneel in fron
