He was quiet for a moment. “I don’t understand human males. Ensuring a mate feels loved is a need for shifters. For both the animal and human side.” “Shifter mates are lucky. Humans don’t know a lot of things,” she sighed. “Everything is a game of chance.” He curled his hand over hers, lifted it to his face and kissed her palm, giving her butterflies in her chest. “That’s the difference between shifters and humans. We don’t play games.”
