He marches through the doors and down the corridor, the warriors have us hot on his heels. He stops before a dark oak door and throws it open sharply, it reverberates off of the wall and he has to stop it bouncing back on him.
Okay so this is not going to be a warm and cosy I’m so happy I found my mate conversation. Once inside he turns and glares “Leave us!” The others waste no time in getting out and closing the door leaving me alone with this ball of rage.
He turns away from me and shakes his head, I think he is trying to regain some control and when he turns back his face is calmer.
“Cro..” he starts and then slams his fist onto the desk beside him the anger taking over again. “You’re my mate and I don’t even know your f*****g name!’ He growls.
I shrink back slightly in the sea
