Clara did her best to quickly compose herself. Sheba's sudden remark took her off guard, and Gilas was already looking at him worriedly as she inwardly snarled at her wolf.
[It's not like that, alright? How many times do I have to say it?] Clara insisted. [I want it to happen on my terms, not out of some self-imposed instinct that I have to follow.]
It was one of the few concessions she refused to budge on. She had already accepted Gilas as her mate, and she didn't even feel too bad about it either. She just wanted to mate whenever she wanted to mate. Not before. Not now. It was going to happen when she decided it was going to happen.
"Clara?"
She was taken out of her musings as Gilas suddenly called out to him. He must've noticed her momentary distress based on how worried his tone was. Nevertheless, she should soothe whatever fears he might have.
