“They just called us to meet at the boundary,” I said, turning towards Mendoza as he stood before the mirror, spraying deodorant across his neck and shoulders.
“Who?” he asked distractedly, his attention still fixed on his reflection.
“The neighboring pack.”
That made him pause. He turned to face me fully, alert now.
“They called?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Tell them we will be there shortly,” he said, reaching for his perfume.
I walked closer, slow and deliberate, looping my arms around his neck. My fingers brushed his skin lightly.
“What do you want?” he asked, his voice dropping into a rough, husky tone.
“You,” I whispered. “I want you.”
A smirk curved his lips. A low chuckle followed, dark and pleased. Without warning, he pulled me in and kissed me. It was deep and consumi
