“I know” I suck in a breath. His normally husky voice sounds guttural. “He is very excitable”

“You speak of him, like he is separate from you”

“He is separate and not at the same time” His hands start drawing small circles on my waist.

“How can something be separate and joined at the same time?” I ask him, confused

“At any given moment, I am both the man, and the wolf , and at the same time, at any given time, the wolf is the wolf and the man.”

“Explain further” I demand leaning closer to him. With his hands still preoccupied with drawing the circle on my waist,...