Robin spent most of her week in the training. When she wasn’t training, she was either reading, watching a movie, doing whatever it took to quiet down the whining of her wolf. Speak to him, speak to our mate. She pleaded, Robin, growled and asserted her dominance by not doing it.
Her other favourite distraction was Margo. She started seeing her more often and sometimes would stay the night in her room. She shared an apartment with a bunch of other artists. They all studied in some art school in the city. Robin liked to trace the shape of Margo’s drawings on her skin as they kissed. “Good morning,” Margo said in one of those mornings. Robin yawned and moved her hand over her eyes to block the autumn sun from blinding her. Margo moved her hand away to which Robin growled and got up.
