"Where is my mate?" he growled, his voice already deep, indicating that his wolf was fighting for control.

Yeah! This time the wolf thought I was keeping him away from his mate...

"She's having dinner with my mate," I replied, knowing it would be futile to argue with him. Hell, he probably smelled her all over me. Thank the goddess I was mated otherwise he would have killed me already...

"I want her back," he demanded – like he lost his car-keys!

I frowned. Sure, wolves were primal animals and it did more often than not, cloud our judgment. But that was just downright rude...!

"She asked me if she...