17
RAND
A few days after the pack meeting, I pulled up to Natalie’s following a day of installing a tile backsplash as the final touches of a shifter family’s kitchen remodel. I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her sitting on the porch steps like she was waiting for me.
The sight made my heart gallup, but I forced myself to act casual.
But keeping things casual for a shifter who needed to mark his mate was like teetering on the edge of a cliff for hours upon hours.
Every day that went by without me marking Natalie was a new ordeal. I didn’t tell her this, obviously, or any of the s**t with Nathan. Venting any of his issues, which solely revolved around her, was not going to help me with Red. Not one f*****g bit.
But I made it through. It was damn hard to prove my love to someo
