Realizing this made it easier to answer Fabiana. “Yes. I’m not sure how we can, but somehow Snow and Red communicate and allow us to.”
“Snow and Red?”
Giuliana rolled her eyes. “Snow is your brother’s and Red is mine.”
Snow snorted in her head, and the sound drizzled over her nerve endings, setting fire to her core. How the hell was that possible? Pasquale’s voice, she could understand, but things were different with Snow.
Mate.
The possessive grumble made Giuliana’s thighs clench. It took her a minute to realize Fabiana was talking again.
“You named your wolves.”
“Actually, they named themselves.”
How much do you like my voice, Giuliana?
Enough to want to jump and wrap her legs around Pasquale. Red howled her agreement, pushing against Giuliana’s skin.
Stop it. Now’s not the time, Red.
Make time.
We have a mission. Dominic—
No.
The annoying wolf pushed harder, canines exploding in Giuliana’s mouth. She clenched her lips together to keep them from being exposed. What the hell was wrong with her?
That’s enough.
He claimed you.
What?
Well, yeah … sure, he’d made it very clear she was his mate in front of the other members of his pack. That was his wolf staking claim so another wouldn’t test her. It was the way of the wolf. That shouldn’t be making her wolf act like a total bitch now, however.
Now.
I said no.
Red thrashed in her rib cage, jerking Giuliana forward a step before she could catch herself.
Now!
“Interesting. If you have time—”
“We don’t, little one. There’s information we need to get to Dominic. But once we’re finished, you can ask all the questions you’d like, okay?”
Pasquale was gentle, softer than Giuliana had ever seen. He handled Fabiana like fragile spun glass.
What were they talking about again?
You. Pasquale. Snow. Together. Fucking.
That was not what they’d been talking about. Even if Giuliana couldn’t keep up with the conversation anymore, she knew that.
Fabiana nodded, a frown lowering the tips of her lips. “I think you need to help her.”
