The Taming Of The Scarred

"Ti voglio, piccolo lupo." she growled softly.

"What?" She chuckled before reaching behind me and began stroking my hair. "It means, I want you, little wolf."

"I'm not little." She smirked devilishly at me before moving back to the chair she was sitting in originally. She reached into her pocket and pulled something out, a phone. She typed away and then placed it down on Alpha Ruthen's desk, she pressed down on a button and turned back to me. "Prove it. If you can make me come in ten minutes I won't consider you little."