What’s happening here? I don’t smile at females. That causes conflict. I sure as shit don’t encourage familiarity from those of low status. That causes instability in the pack.

And what the hell is this socked-in-the-face feeling? The arousal makes sense, but my ability to think clearly is more compromised than I would have assumed. I don’t know exactly what’s happening, but I know weakness when I see it.

This is getting out of control.

I let her go and step back, putting several feet between us, ignoring the wolf and the pain in my chest.

She seems unfazed.

My wolf grumbles.

My insides feel empty, except for the bond...