She wasn’t about to go inside the meeting hall and look for them. First of all, she must look a mess. Second of all, anyone with any sense would be able to see she was mated now. She must reek of Gabriel Albertson. Ugh. She shivered, even though it was hot in the back seat. She wrapped her arms around her and didn’t even bother to finger comb her messy hair—just-fucked hair that hung over her face and hid her expression from the world. She hadn’t been kidding. Her mind was swimming. She needed time and space. This claiming had been nothing like what she’d expected or ever witnessed with other wolves. The powerful feelings she had when she was with him made her nervous. She could easily lose herself entirely with him. What did that say about her? Was she really that weak? She leaned her head against her palms and rubbed her temples as a headache formed behind both eyes. The image of him claiming her—mind, body and soul—wouldn’t shake. She was sure it would be even worse if she had a movie reel of what had really happened.
