6
Angelina
“Turn left here,” I direct Jared. He’s insisted on driving again, but I’m fine with it because:
A) I get curbside pickup.
B) He stayed out of my way, plus picked up lunch for me, Remy and Talya.
C) All the catty dancers are jealous.
Of course, now everyone thinks he and I are a couple. Too bad werewolves don’t date.
“So, what? You can have s*x with humans, but we’re not good enough for a relationship?”
Dammit.
I was trying to hold that question in. Now I sound like a love-scorned shrew.
The look Jared shoots me is pure misery, which makes it even worse. “No, baby. That’s not it.”
I wait as he seems to struggle for words. “Wolves are violent. You might call us primitive. Me, especially. When a wolf mates, it’s usually for life. He bites his female to mark her and perma
