Emerson’s POV
“Werewolf,” I simply state and watch her facial expression change now holding a mixture of curiosity and admiration, instead of confusion and weariness which I expected.
“Is that why you growled,” she questions.
“Huh,” I ask not remembering ever growling at her.
“At the Halloween party where we first met I could have swore I heard you growl a couple times but figured maybe it was just the booze playing tricks on me.”
“I didn’t even realize I did that. Sometimes I’m unaware of it and also Shadow will make noises without me noticing.”
“Shadow?!”
“He’s my wolf.”
“Can I meet him?”
“He would like that very much,” I reply allowing Shadow to take control of our body.
“Mate,” he says lovingly as he reaches to touch her cheek.
“Hi,” she replies excitedly. “How are you… what
