We're Not Done

Dax

My eyes searched and found her form again leaving the healing cabin and heading toward the kitchen door. I couldn't keep my eyes off her. Vivi was like a drug, and I was hooked. Every time she smiled, every time she laughed, or simply walked by, I felt this overwhelming need to be near her, to touch her. I found myself following her around the compound like a lovesick pup, unable to stay away.

My behavior didn't go unnoticed by the pack. I could feel their eyes on me, their murmurs and snickers following close behind. I glared at anyone who dared to smirk in my direction, but it only seemed to amuse them further.

"You're acting like a bloody teenager with his first crush," Rafe, one of the older council members commented as he strolled past me, a smile playing on his lips.

I growled in response, my hands balling into fists at my sides. How dare they make fun of me? Of us? I was the most fearsome warrior of the pack, and here I was, reduced to a simpering mess over a human female. I