Ferrara
The sound of the water hitting the tile was deafening. There was no other sound in the shower. In my arms, Violetta was as hard as stone. She was collecting her thoughts, and I let her as I smoothed my hands up and down the side of her body.
"Have you ever let your wolf make a decision about your pack?"
"I follow his instincts, but he doesn't make day-to-day decisions. Why do you ask?"
"Because that's what you're doing, right now. You're letting your wolf make the decision.
The only reason we're bonded is because of our wolves. But you, the human half, the part that has to run and protect a pack? You would have never chosen me. You're never going to love me, but you're still putting your pack at risk. Your leadership at risk."
My heart skipped a beat. She wasn't mad or upset.
