I knew my dear wolf from inside and out. Even before he could say things, I could read and understand him more than myself. We were one before, and we... in the past, promised to be one in mind, heart, and soul.
The reason all the werewolves inherited that loyalty to their mate. For the wolf dreaded for the lamb to leave him. And the Lamb wanted to keep the wolf trap with her for eternity.
If only we knew... if only I knew that would come back to bite me, I would've done better.
Either way, I commended Daniel. Around the same table as him, laughing and chatting with his siblings as if nothing was bothering him, we were both good at acting.
