CONFRONTATIONS

“Paola, your father sent me to find you. He wants you to serve as an interpreter and be present during the interrogation.”

“Starr, I love it that my father assigned you as my bodyguard. I wish you could fit in my pocket.”

“Let's go running and talking. But first, I have something to tell you. Something that's been haunting me like a tick, like an orphaned flea—I don't know how to say it; I've thought about it a thousand times, so I'm going to tell you, and I don't know how it's going to go. The situation is this: I like you a lot; you make my blood boil with your beautiful smell; I know the alpha will agree to let me ask for your paw in union; and I know I'll convince him it's best for the pack.”

“Starr, I wish it were that simple and straightforward, I don't want to give you false hopes; what's going on is…”

“What's going on, Paola? Did you just lead me on? Are you just a bed warmer?”

“No, Starr, the truth is, I like you a lot, You're my ideal male, but...”