But I don’t say that. I hedge a little. “I don’t see it that way.” “And you know better than your elders?” “There’s a division between you and your wolf.” It’s as clear as the color of his irises. And the fact that his wolf actually likes me. “Is that so? And how do you know?” Because he’s a cocky asshole, and his wolf is a giant, homicidal snuggle bunny.
