*Dominic*

Idiot.

I honestly couldn't tell if that was my own voice, or my wolf's. He had been yelling at me so much in my conversation with Valeria, and on this thought, we agreed.

I am an idiot.

"Damn right, you are," my wolf growled in agreement with our assessment as we walked away from the pull drawing me to that girl. "Now go get our mate!"

"No," I told him firmly.

Despite the rolling feeling in my stomach, the ache in my chest, and the ...