Naylan, an Alpha by birth, has always dreamed of running a pack of his own. Born into the busy city of Halifax, Nova Scotia, where city wolves run in small groups, and disregard communal living, Naylan had to pursue his dreams elsewhere - Toronto, a...
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NAYLAN
I've been tense.
I don't know if it's because I was hiding something from Mavis and I didn't like it, or if it was because I could sense tenseness and insecurity radiating off Mavis whenever we met. I didn't bring it up because it would be rude to point out I was sniffing out his emotions with my wolf, but mate bonds were powerful, and it wasn't my fault that he couldn't seem to hide his emotions all that well.
Maybe he didn't care.
Maybe he wanted me to feel them and bring them up myself.
That speculation made me even tenser.
"Hey, you haven't said anything for a while, are you even listening to me?"
I blinked at Mavis' words, turning to look at him with an apologetic gaze.
"Sorry," I muttered, giving him a small smile. He frowned a little but mirrored my awkward have by slightly upturning his lips. He looked a bit hesitant—as if he had something on his mind, but he didn't say anything, and instead looked away, gazing down at the row of stairs beneath us. We were both sitting on the wooden stairs that lead into the woods hiking path out and into the main city. We've started coming here more, a bit tired of just standing by the river or taking long walks through the woods that were getting humid as the weather changed.
"What's on your mind?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at me.
I blinked, looking away from him before staring down at my hand that was fiddling with my phone. "Nothing," I said, biting down on my bottom lip. "I'm just a bit wary, that's all."
"Wary about what?" he asked me, reaching out to hold my shoulder before making me turn to face him more. "Come on, you can tell me."
"I can feel it, you know," he said in a low voice, cocking his head. "Your panicked thoughts. Your wariness," he emphasized, moving to hold onto my free hand. "You can tell me what you're thinking about."
