“What’s this?” he demanded, a growl to his voice as I yanked my hand back. “The moon mated me to Roary.” “No,” he said in refusal of those words. “Yes,” I shot back. “Two mates?” he snarled and if I wasn’t totally delusional, jealousy gleamed in his eyes. “What’s the matter? You wanna trade in that curse for one of these?” I waved the moon mark at him teasingly and his fangs snapped out in anger. “Never,” he said coolly. “Then what’s the problem?” “There isn’t one,” he muttered and silence fell between us once more.
its what i want
