ROBERT POV
The woman fainted. Tea spilled. Chaos ensued. And there I was—on all fours, a fully grown wolf with a one-eyed husky sniffing places no soul should explore. Rett and I had agreed, against all better judgment, to stay in wolf form to win over our unsuspecting mate. It was going… poorly. Especially now that her mother was unconscious, her dog was violating personal boundaries, and my dignity had left the building about three tail wags ago.
I paced in a circle like an anxious toddler in costume, accidentally knocking over a stool. Mew, smug little fluff demon, barked once in judgment.
“I’m going to make dinner,” Pauline declared like a battle cry. “You two… just stay.”
Which is how we ended up quarantined in the living room, under the suspicious eye of a husky, while our mate a
