He knew he had a mean temper. It was a Cariboo trait. For the most part with his work, and interacting with the lunewulf in his pack, he’d managed to keep his strong emotions in check. Werewolves in this part of British Columbia were different than the Cariboo lunewulf he’d grown up with. Hell, his father had thrown his mother over his shoulder, taking her physically from her den when he’d decided she would be his mate.Now he knew that wasn’t proper behavior, and wouldn’t be surprised if his parents had exaggerated the story a bit over the years while they repeatedly shared it with him and his brothers. But his upbringing hadn’t shielded emotions. When someone felt something, they expressed it. Sometimes he could barely stomach the way humans stuffed their feelings.He took another soothing breath, aching to tear open his front door and go after that little human. She was all wrong for him anyway. He’d told himself that numerous times before she’d shown up. It was the appeal of someone different, someone who ached to learn, for him to teach her.
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