Raber Wolf Pack Book Two by Ryan Michele Page B

get me?”
    At his shocking tone, I answer quickly. “Yes.”
    “Second. I don’t want to think about that as an option. So, I’d rather not discuss it.” His words are precise and leave me no room for argument. Shit.
    I change the topic quickly. “So, what does mating or mated mean?” It’s sex right? I mean, any dick and pussy can mate. Hell, they can mate if they’re the same sex, just can’t procreate.
    Some of the tension in Max releases. “It’s what it sounds like. Sex, babe. But it’s different for wolves. When the mating bond happens something inside of you changes. I don’t know exactly because I haven’t gone through it, but from what others tell me it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before.” He gives me a soft squeeze. “And I can’t wait to find out with you.”
    “But you’ve known me a whole what, less than twenty-four hours? I mean, I could be a raging bitch and I am during my time of the month, mind you. Or I could have a horrible dick of a father who will want to kill you for even coming near his daughter. Or I could really—”
    “Lily told you. In our world it’s about smell. That is our tell all. Everything else falls into place like a magic puzzle. Will we fight? Hell yeah. Will we like everything each other does? Hell no. But at the end of the day, we have each other. True, there may not be love at first, but hopefully, as time goes on that last piece of the puzzle will click into place.”
    A thousand different scenarios roll through my head. One being this guy is batshit crazy. I mean, yes, I feel attracted to him, but he’s hot, it’s expected. Yes, he comforted me and calmed me when Lily couldn’t. But I don’t know, what about the dating for years and finding out he’s the one, then getting married and doing all that? It’s like we skip right to marriage with no lead up.
    I’m not sure I’m okay with that. “So, we’re supposed to get married?” It comes out in a breathy whisper.
    “Well, our kind don’t get married the way humans do, but we have a mating ceremony that is kind of like it. We vow to each other, but there is no exchanging of rings.” I’m not sure I like that either. I’ve always thought I’d get a beautiful engagement ring that I’d show off to my friends and then a big, white wedding with all the bells and whistles. Looking back, it looks rather petty and too flamboyant and not really me. What would I tell my friends anyway? I’m getting married to a wolf—oh, and by the way, I’m one too.
    Like I said knowing and knowing are two totally different things.
    He turns me around in his arms and lifts my chin with his thumb and index finger. Damn, I like that too. My eyes meet his, full of warmth and compassion. “Kenly, if you want rings, I will be more than happy to do that for you.”
    My mouth drops. He would? “You would?”
    “Of course. If it will make you happy.”
    Wow. Just wow.
    “Why don’t you exchange them?” It’s a symbol of one’s commitment to another, I’d think all species would want something like that. Especially ones that turn from human to animal.
    “Transferring, or shifting as I sometimes call it,” he answers and he must see the puzzlement on my face. “When we transfer from our human-form to our wolf-form. If I should happen to forget to take off the ring before I shift, it could get caught around my paw and cut off blood circulation.” Oh shit. That’s not good. And he just freaking said paw. Holy hell. “Or even worse, the force of the change can break the metal with ease, which would most likely be the case. You’ll notice that a few wolves will wear a necklace around their necks, but it hangs down quite far as to not choke them when they shift, should they forget.”
    Damn. That’s a perfect answer and there is no rebuffing it. I guess I can learn to deal.
    “But, like I said. I’ll do it. Even if I wear it on a chain around my neck, I will do it. I’ll do anything for you, Kenly. Please