Hoshor Plains We’re All Here For A Little Fun

As they walk toward his pack, she asks him an interesting question. Does he have a mate? Not since Sasha. Very since her betrayal and the death of his previous pack he doubts he will get one very soon.

He shakes his head side to side. “No I don’t. Though I’m not sure when I’d be ready for one. I’m sure it’ll happen eventually.” He makes his voice sound indifferent, yet really a swirl of emotions fester within him. He wants to snap Sasha’s neck between his teeth along with the pups he gave her. The ones who will be raised by humans to do the same thing she did.

He pushes the thoughts to the back of his mind and allows himself to enjoy the rest of the walk back with this beautiful she-wolf at his side. They speak about miscellaneous things the rest of the way back and Donovan finds himself enjoying her company more than he initially thought. Perhaps she will be a good asset to the pack.