Isabella
During my adventures with Dane, we get a phone call from my father about rogue werewolves. It's apparently dangerous around our street, and Dane agreed to let me stay with him after some groaning.
I'm smiling in my seat, trying to hide how happy I am. Even if Dane has rejected me, I'm still hopeful we can finish the mating ritual. It would heal our severed bond.
I briefly glance in Dane's direction. The frown deepens on Dane's face, and I choke a laugh. He is grumpy, but he is genuinely kind. It's a rare trait for werewolves to be gentle.
Most werewolves I know are arrogant, but not Dane.
"There will be some rules if you wish to stay with me," Dane says. "And you need to follow them, or I will throw you out."
I swallow thickly. "Okay."
Dane sucks air into his lungs as if thinking about what cards he will lay out on the table.