120 Mate

Christos.

By the time I jumped from the bed to wear my pant and convince her it was not what she thought, she was already flying down the stairs and it took all I had not to follow her in a rush. I knew one false move and she might slip on the stairs and do unimagined damage to herself. My wolf is already rampant as it is.

Trying to calm not just the crying lady that’s running down the stairs but also my frantic wolf, I moved steadily to stop her with my hand raised in supplication.

“Please Becca, slow down. It’s not what you think.”

I entreated but if she heard me she was not slowing down.

Knowing I could not afford to allow her to leave in this way, I allowed my wolf to take over and before she knew how, I was at the door, in front of her, stopping her.

“Stop it, Becca. I told you, it’s not what you think.” I begged as indirectly as I could and she gave me a hard stare in return.

“I am not thinking about anything, Christos. I just want to go home.” She said defiantly.

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