There are too many wolves in my parent’s house and this collared shirt is choking the life out of me. I long to shed all my clothes, take to my wolfskin, and run free in the trees. But that was the old me, to run from the things which scared me. And I’m fucking terrified. Deciding to fight for my mate is both freeing and restricting at the same time, because I know Sloane is the only one for me, and from this point on in my life, she will be my everything. Since I met her, none of the others really mattered anyway. My life has changed and now it’s time I settle down and claim my mate properly, if she’ll have me that is. For Sloane, I will give up the life of a hunter, stay here on packlands, and be there for my mate and her cub. To love, honor, protect her above all others. I want the type of bond, the life, my grandfather speaks so fondly of. That life once didn’t appeal to me, but now it’s all I want, and I pray to the moon my mate will want it too. I dream of days of working by t
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