Enjoys it

Hycinth

The perky, blonde shewolf walked in like she owned the place, nose high in the air, ignoring me completely. And then suggested she put away my new clothing in drawers which she already knew were empty-how did she know that? Was she so familiar with every damned drawer in his closet that she knew what was, and wasn't, contained in each of them? The answer appeared to be yes.

I fumed, both at her outright disrespect in ignoring me and her clear possessiveness over him. I had no right to feel that way, given my 100% intention of somehow escaping him, but at the moment, I couldn't tamp down my innate wolf tendencies. My Wolf was also feeling feral, a sustained growl churning through her chest.

When the little bitch emerged from the closet, I stood to my feet. I wasn't going to have this conversation sitting down. She instantly focused on me for the first time. She tried to cover her obvious disdain with a fake smile, but her upper lip twitched like she was having a hard time keepi