I felt like I owed her an apology. I may have overreacted a little last night and I didn’t mean to shift into my wolf.

“I’m sorry about last night”. She spoke.

“No, I’m the one that should be apologising. I treated you badly and I shouldn’t have gone about it the way I did”.

“He’s your family and you worry about him. I get it. If the roles were reversed, I would have done the same”. She smiled.

I knew it.

“So, we’re good?”. I asked.

“Always. You’re my ...