Swiftcurrent Creek Me against my head

She was surprised by his admission—in all honesty, it baffled him too. Quietly, he watched her work her thoughts out, speaking aloud—emotions on her sleeve. He felt the quirk of his lips, but the amusement of it all only lasted so long. Given the situation, how couldn’t it?

“She’s in heat,” he confirmed, the set of his jaw tightening as his pale champagne eyes drifted away from her—believing fully he would see nothing but judgement there.

But this was what Arric had been telling him—his pack mates knew nothing about him. He kept things closer to his heart.

“We had a fight,” he offered, rolling his shoulders back to try to relieve the tension before slowly lowering himself to sit, his gaze drawing back to her. “I’ve had two litters in my life—one dead wife. My kids are scattered to the wind and the last round hate me.” He paused, that bemusement returning to pull at his lips again, though this time there was a bitterness there. “This isn’t a new conversation to us. She told me she wanted to be with me no matter what—I said I would try to warm up to the idea.”