@dementedoculus (continued Forced Marriage meme)
With a shrug Peter reclaimed his booze. “You’ll soon become a Rom too and, just so you catch up with the memo, that’s what monisha do.”
He couldn’t care less if she didn’t know his people’s way or if hers were trying to bend all he ever knew about werewolves. All Nic had explained to him. Packs? That was for wolves in National Geographic. He was a werewolf. Lone and wild and belonging only to the wind and the soil under his paws. “That’s a vote of coinfidence you have for your future husband right there.” Torn apart by his so called family-to-be. “Why are you so sure I can’t take them?”
Placing the bottle on the coffe table, he leaned back on the unfamiliar couch, his wary body seeming to melt into it. “She’s a good woman and good mother, but luckily for what she’s got between her legs I’m an only son.” Narrowing his eyes, he seemed to search her for a moment. “How come you don’t seem to feel like shit after the last change?”