That day turned into a week, and then two weeks. I managed to stay hidden away, ignoring the damned climax, for fourteen entire days.

And then I got bored.

My eyes had started to hurt, my body ached, and my wolf was scratching at my insides, trying to get free. I was pretty sure she wanted me to socialize with her mate for her, but the climax seemed to keep her locked away completely, so I was safe.

But I didn’t much like her scratching.

So, when it was nearly midnight on day fifteen, I ...