My wolf, Soren, disagreed, huffing impatiently throughout.
We could be spending this time with our little cat instead he grumbled internally.
I ignored him, though the bandage on my neck tingled at the memory of her teeth.
After the meeting, Cecilia drove me to the hospital .
We passed a flower shop, and I asked her to pull over.
"Wait here," I instructed, leaving her in the car.
Inside, I bypassed the cheerful arrangements of roses and lilies, heading straight for what I needed.
When I returned to the car with my purchase - an elegant bouquet of white and yellow chrysanthemums wrapped in stark black paper - Cecilia's expression was a masterpiece of confusion.
Her eyes widened, then narrowed, then widened again as she processed what I was carrying.
"Alpha," she ventured cautiously
