Redhawk Caldera Out on the verge of the rest of our lives

Pantaleimon swallowed dryly when Peregrine said her name and asked her not to run away. She remained in place, although she wanted nothing more than to run far, far away. The fact that Peregrine had been restored as Alpha did not do anything to wane Pan's worries; if anything, it made them even stronger.

It's okay. But it wasn't. How could she ever get over this embarrassment? This wasn't just something you laughed off and forgot about. This wasn't something you could get over, like when you did something wrong and someone was mad at you, and then time would heal the wound.

This was sexual attraction, and Pantaleimon was not sure that was fixable nor excusable, considering the fact that Peregrine had a mate and family.

I like you too.

Pan opened her mouth, her lip quivering while she tried to think of something good to say or do. Instead of finding something clever to say or do, Pantaleimon remained in place, her face painted by emotion, her lip quivering. But you have a mate and pups! she thought to herself, but she didn't dare speak the words out loud. Perhaps because that would make her realise that she should stay far, far away from the very muchly mated Perry. And she didn't want to stay far away from him at all.