MATE!!!! RACE MOANED...

"Mate!" Lyra exclaimed, breaking the kiss.

"Did you just refer to me as mate?" Lyra asked, gazing intently into Morace's eyes.

"Yes, you are my mate," Race murmured.

"But you are not Morace," Lyra questioned.

"I am Race, his wolf," he replied.

"Wow, your voice!" Lyra said softly, as she affectionately rubbed his head.

"She’s attractive," Race mumbled, prompting a scoff from Morace.

Lyra abruptly ceased her gentle caress of his head.

"Can you bring Morace back?" she pouted.

"Why? Don’t you want me?" he inquired.

"Of course I do," Lyra replied, resuming her affectionate gesture.

"Do that again," Race urged.

Lyra smiled and placed a light...