Lance
Rafe gives me the side-eye when I come into the living room smelling like Charlie’s shower gel. I probably smell like Charlie, too, even though I took care of her needs under the spray of water.
Rafe is at the computer desk in the corner.
“How’s it going with the human?”
If I hadn’t just had the release of s*x with Charlie, I’d probably tackle him. I stop still and pin him with a look. He’s four years older, and has been in charge of me since the day our parents gave their lives to save ours. I don’t push back often, but when it comes to my mate, my wolf won’t back down. “Don’t ever call her the human again,” I say with enough menace to make Rafe flick his brows. “Her name is Charlie. You will call her Charlie. I’m going to invite her over to meet all of you, and I expect you to
