#Chapter9

Louis

Someone had lay a finger on my mate, as I can still smell its scent clinging at Masha like a plague. My wolf is fuming inside me, wanting to get out and hunt for whoever the bastard who put his dirty hands on my adorable mate.

Even so, there is something not right with him. Watching Masha, look at the window while I drove towards the pack house. He is unusually quiet or I might say he didn't speak at me since that time,..when I hug him.

Maybe he's gross out with a man hugging a man..., but I grimace when I remember that he's still young. Just...