Everything had been going along just fine. Or so he’d thought. But overnight, something had changed. Gwendolyn had started avoiding him in earnest after that day. He felt raw and confused, his Dire Wolf, too.
Weylin hated to admit it, but he was a little bit butt hurt by the whole thing. Fuck, he didn’t know how to do this. What she needed was someone with patience and understanding, but what the Fates stuck her with was him.
Weylin was OG love ‘em and leave ‘em type. He never had a serious relationship, flitting from bed to bed like a bee flying from flower to flower. At least he hadn’t bedded any of their staff.
Oh, he’d had some minor flirtations with one or two waitresses. But that was as far as it went. Even he knew not to shit where he ate.
Then there was the biggest impediment to his pursuing Gwendolyn, and that was the fact she was human. How he was going to get over that obstacle was a mystery to all, him included.