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ROB
I stayed away overnight, my wolf keeping me awake. He was restless and riled after that kiss. After the pseudo-intervention in the kitchen. I’d just kissed my mate but was being pushed toward another woman. A she-wolf. Claiming and biting a female who wasn’t your mate might or might not end the moon madness—the subject was up for debate. There were not scientific studies on wolf shifter physiology.
They were being thoughtful, in a matchmaker sort of way, but it might not actually solve my problem.
The only way to do so was to sink my teeth into Natalie’s sweet flesh and permanently mark her as mine. The one my wolf wanted. If I claimed her, the moon madness would be gone for certain. But I’d be mated to a human.
I’d be dead from moon madness otherwise, meaning there would be a n
