{ Rio } My proud wolf managed to push me away when Lunanci made fun of him. He wants to demand respect and make her submit or something, but I struggle to regain control and save Lunanci from his wrath. When I come back to my mind... I'm lying on the floor with Lunanci clutching my ears like they're a damn prop and basically lying on top of me. She’s probably begging my wolf for forgiveness for making fun of him. I shake my body hard to get her to move away and she freaks out, gasping and falling backwards onto her ass. I let out a grunt and get up to walk over to the bed where I left the one shirt I brought from home that still smells a little like Alex. I grab it in my muzzle and then walk to the door so Lunanci understands it's time to go. She swallows, still lying on the floor, but understands what I want and gets up to put on her coat before taking the leash we bought and connecting it to my collar. "Just so you know, if this goes wrong it will be only your fault," Lunanci

Lunanci drives to our destination and when we have been driving for over half an hour I realize she was being serious. We are getting away from the ugly part of this town and heading to the good part. We came here the other day while looking for my brother, but I couldn't pay much attention at the time. The houses around here are bigger, the buildings modern and everything just looks better. The restaurant Lunanci brings me to is inside a big hotel. "Nice," I say to Lunanci as we walk inside the restaurant. This is more my thing, more like Fallonmore restaurants. The ugly collective human scent is still present, but it gets so much better once we step out onto the terrace and I see that the restaurant has a beautiful view of a large lake. The smell of freshness and nature is so good that I have to give myself a moment to breathe fresh air for a moment. Oh, god, I needed this. When I finally turn around a few seconds later, Lunanci is waiting for me sitting at a table. "Is this

We get out of the car and enter the hotel again, this time to ask for a suite. Even though Alpha wants me to stay with him, I ask for a shared suite as I said, earning an annoyed look from him. The girl at the front desk is so nervous about Alpha's presence that her fingers are shaking and she can't press the keys. I totally understand what she's feeling because I feel the same way. Maybe it's exciting to think about being with a werewolf but this won't be just a fun fantasy, what I read about ruts isn't simple at all. A werewolf is their most aggressive being at the time, they only think about breeding and fucking and it usually works because they are doing it with another werewolf just as strong as them so no problem, but me? I've never set foot in a gym in my entire life, I don't have an ounce of muscle. I eat nothing but fast food, I get tired walking up the stairs to my apartment and the only man I've ever had sex with was... weak and totally not as big as Rio, in any way. Our

"So... I finally had my first rut," I tell Laurie on the phone as I eat one of my amazing cookies, they’re still too hot but I can't wait any longer, I need something sweet in my system immediately. Laurie tells me to tell him how it went, "I really don't know, I don't remember shit." "Really? But... what did you do? Did you stay in the house with the human? Did you fuck her?" he asks. He seems to be in his office and obviously avoiding responsibility because we've been talking for quite a while, "Kingsley's not here, we can talk." "Of course I didn't fuck her, dumbest," I reply, biting into the warm cookie again, "I went to a hotel, we both stayed there in separate rooms. My wolf had fun with himself. Or not, I don't know, he probably did some exercising." "So he blocked you out completely? That's weird, I thought they only did that when they were... you know, really fulfilling the function of their rut. My dad said that when you go through a rut alone you're also present in your

The first two hours of our trip to Toronto pass in awkward silence because I'm still feeling a little sad, but Rio manages to bring me out of that fog little by little by being his usual annoying self. He pushes me until I have no choice but to laugh, plays music to start singing horribly and thus makes the trip start to be enjoyable. I'm okay now. I'm going to be fine. I'll enjoy my life for as long as it lasts and that's it. That's all we can ask for, isn't it? I could die at any time anyway, we could be in a horrible accident at this very moment. We're all going to die. With those pessimistic thoughts, I manage to snap out of the depressive moment and enjoy the ride, except Rio's phone keeps disconnecting the music because someone keeps calling him like crazy. "Okay, I'm starting to get annoyed. Why aren't you answering the calls?" I ask Rio when I'm fed up. "It's my cousin, but I don't want to talk to him," he replies, suddenly frowning. That intrigues me because I k