"Oh shit, you've changed a lot, little Val. You got... colourful." He commented, a huge smirk across that handsome face of his. "I got creative with the crayola crayons you used to stick up your nose." I smirked when he coughed on his smoke. "Not cool, Piccola Ragazza (Little girl)," he growled out. "Little girl?," I...
"Mate." My wolf cries happily in my head. Whereas I back up, pissed beyond belief. My "mate" seems to realise I'm moving away from him and snatches me back in his arms. "Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! Look the fuck away from her now! I'll march over there and cut you! Don't test me pup! Hey you mutt, fuck off!" He shou...