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My lips curved upward of their own accord when I focused on where I was going again.
He had one of those faces that always looked angry. If he wasn’t so damn sexy, it would’ve been annoying. Because he was, the grumpiness was kind of hot.
“Why were you starving last night?”
“I have expensive taste.” I crossed a street, and he remained all but glued to my side.
I didn’t see anyone around, but that didn’t mean therewasn’tanyone around. I wasn’t about to risk speaking the truth out in the open like we were.
“I can see the holes in your shoes from here, Love.”
A sigh escaped me. “Have you ever tried to buy my favorite kind of food? It’s not cheap. Neither is my shitty apartment.”
“Wildwood is an expensive place to live if you’re not a werewolf.”
I scowled. “If you’re not an overbearing-male type werewolf, you mean.”
“Apackwolf, yes. There are a handful of females woven through, too.”
“I’m obviously not made for a pack. Tori and I even get tired of each other sometimes.”
“I can remedy that,” Madd said. “I’ll move you into houses next door to each other, so you have your own space.”
“At what price?”
He scoffed. “I wouldn’t charge my mate.”
“I wasn’t talking about money, Madd.”
He was silent for a beat.
“You don’t need to follow me,” I said, reaching the first real street in the city.
He made a noise of disagreement. “You must not understand mate bonds, if you believe that.”
I didn’t argue with him.
Ididn’tunderstand mate bonds.
“You do understand mate bonds, don’t you?” he asked.
“Sure.”
“Don’t lie to me, Love.”
I huffed, but didn’t tell him I wasn’t lying. He’d obviously realized the truth.
“This could be good. We do need an explanation,”my wolf said.
I agreed with her, even if I didn’t want to admit it.
“A male werewolf spends his life looking for a potential mate. There’s no magic to lead him to them. He recognizes her by her scent and his wolf’s reaction, but that requires getting fairly close to her. About as close as you and I were at the bar.”
“Most supernaturals that I know of aren’t interested in taking mates,” I said.
“Most aren’t,” he agreed. “Wolves are different. We’re pack animals. We’re not meant to be alone—we’re meant to have someone to love and care for.”
“I’m sure you’ll find another potential mate. If you’re smart, you’ll try not to throw the next one in jail.”
