MEGHAN
I was fairly sure Liam expected anything but me to burst out laughing.
Yet, that's exactly what I did: as soon as he asked me that question, a sincere, fat laugh escaped my lips, bouncing off the stone walls and filling the room.
Mate – yeah, sure. Maybe, in another life, one in which I was an actual werewolf, I could have even believed it: but not in this one, where I was nothing more than a werewolf without a wolf - not enough to be neither a human and a wolf. An outsider in both races.
Humans didn't feel the bond between mates – humans couldn't communicate with their minds, or feel the emotions of each other that way.
“Okay,” Liam said slowly, looking at me as if a horn had suddenly grown in the middle of my forehead. "I'll take it as a hysterical laughter."
“What you say
