My wolf’s head didn’t move from where it was snuggled against Rocco.
Elliot, Zed, Ebony, and Ford stood in the doorway, staring at us for a moment.
Rocco’s arms tightened around my wolf, though I was confident he was still asleep.
“Are you hungry?” Elliot asked my wolf.
She considered it, and then nodded a bit.
“We’ll get some food cooking. Just growl if you need anything,” the alpha said, flashing us a small grin before he and the others left the doorway.
Rocco seemed to relax a bit when they were gone, and I couldn’t help but wonder how much of the werewolves’ possessiveness was just plain old instinct.
And, if it was instinct, how would we fight it to maintain a platonic relationship?