Though the intimacy came easily to us wolves and we felt the need to mate often, I knew their protectiveness and possessiveness was unique toward me.
I’d seen them defend me on numerous occasions. Like with Cindy and Aloira.
Or when Fury, a large ugly male had drawn too close.
But I wanted more. I wanted what was missing.
I knew my mates cared for me. But still there was the fact that they’d chosen me for their mate without ever speaking to me. Took me when I was terrified.
Rather than trying to woo me. And resentment still lingered in me for what they’d done. A tiny yearning for vengeance that I, a she-wolf, might never get on the powerful males.
It’s the way of our kind for males to take the females as they wish. To claim them, mark them.
They don’t have to talk to u
