Shadowwyn Moor its the soul that needs the surgery

They played – but as she looked back, she would slow, and a knowing glance would steal from the male toward her.. she wanted to be caught. He did not hesitate, though he should have – he would need to tell her about his mate and kids, but the cool autumn wind whipped his face, and her tantalizing scent teased at him.
 
Each thrum of his paws upon the ground stirred him to keep just one more moment before he would tell her – let him have one friend for this stolen moment. Perhaps, they could have even been more.
 
Had he known about her thoughts, he would not have lead her so far astray. Even more, if he had known her infatuation with a man in a pack she had already promised herself to, he would have felt even less terrible about it.
 
But for now, it was that smile he sought, and not anger or sadness. For now, it was just the two of them, and each stride he made would bring him closer to her. Perhaps, he could hold her just one more time as well.