“Of course, the house belongs to everyone; we’ll share it with the others,” I commented, ironically. “Does that mean I might walk into my room and find someone else sleeping in my bed?”
“Don’t confuse territory with ownership. The only thing I’m not willing to share with anyone except my children is you,” he replied, leaning in to speak into my ear while keeping an eye on what the children were doing. “Property may be a somewhat fragile concept among ours, but I assure you there are three things werewolves never give up: the car, the remote control, and the mate. Everything else is negotiable.”
I laughed and gave him a little shove on the shoulder, and we headed toward the porch.
“And what is it that a she-wolf doesn’t share?”
“In a couple of hours you’ll have a few friends here to ask
