I stood to the side and discreetly observed as Violet got herself dressed again. Taking in the curves of her body as she covered them back up with her clothes. Odyn, my wolf, had been loving having time with her, though was getting grumpy as he wanted to mark her. Completely disregarding the fact she had yet to shift, and didn’t even have her wolf yet, let alone know we were her mate.
I had been having an internal dispute with him, at the same time as trying to chat with Violet, which was far from being an easy thing to do. Sharing headspace with a grumpy bastard of a wolf who thinks he has the right of control and the right to dictate what goes on can be sheer hell. Especially when he is on edge. In the end, I had to push him back so I could barely feel him. No doubt I would regret it la
