Enzo's POV
A couple of hours later, I watched her with a bourbon in my grasp. For reasons unknown, I was unable to get the vibe of her eyes away from my mind, how they shined, and her solidarity as she fought. She probably was stronger than I imagined because it took my entire strength to repress her. The other thing that annoyed me was the way she fought my command in her annoyance. The calling she was no match for,but my command she fought. I was bewildered by it. Annie had strength that was more than what a werewolf ought to have, and fought my command, yet couldn't fight the calling; I continually convinced myself that it was because she was my mate, but something nagged me as I contemplated.
The sun was just looking out along the skyline when I at last moved into the bed close to he
