Now You Got It

"Damn it," Elliot growls in a deep voice, pulling his face away from my neck. The door opens without waiting for an answer and our parents walk in again. I get up from Elliot immediately, but my legs are weak and I almost fall. Elliot snorts and reaches out a hand to help me, "Monroe, for god's sake, watch where you're going. I-I mean… baby, be more careful."

"Really? I leave them alone for five minutes and they're all over each other again?" my dad asks, pinching his nose with his fingers and taking breaths so he doesn't lose control and strangle my mate again, "Lauren, talk to them. I can't deal with this."

"Patricia thinks this camp is making a good impact on you and she assured us that your relationship with your… sergeant doesn't change the way he treats you out there," my mother says, in the serious voice she uses when she's not sure about something. She probably just wants me to go back to our pack where she can have control over me and hug me all day. She's that much of a nag.