The she-wolf was a damn mystery. One moment she was studying my sweat-glistened body like I was a sight to behold, the next she was rushing away from me like I repulsed her. In one breath she had questioned if she needed an excuse to come and find me, and then made her excuses to leave. Just what was I meant to think? The more I tried to analyse the girl the more confused I became.
My wolf chuckled. 'She doesn't want you.' He told me emphatically. And as hard as it may be to accept, I was beginning to wonder if my wolf may well be right. Nothing in Grace's actions indicated she was attracted to me. Or that she was keen for the wedding to go ahead. No. They were not the actions of someone who was keen on the idea of marriage.
