Thirty Four.

Zane

“Is that right?” I cock an eyebrow at her

“That’s what I said!” She yanks on a pair of joggers, her caramel eyes ablaze with anger as she stares back at me.

She was unlike anyone else. Unafraid to challenge me. Unafraid to try and stare me down, even before I marked her as mine.

My little wolf folds her arms across her chest. “I’m not a toy that you can pick up and drop when you want!”

“I never said you were a toy, little wolf.” I could feel her embarrassment at how easily I had brought her close to the edge. Not only could I feel it through our bond, there is a red tinge to her skin slowly making its way up her neck. “Now are you coming for a run or not.”

Her caramel orbs drop to my outstretched hand. They widen in confusion. She was expecting a punishment for shouting at me. Maybe on a different day, but I was more intrigued to see what her wolf is like.

“Why?” She asks as she brushes past me and sits herself on the bed.

“We have been over this. Now, are you going to show me y