REED POV
Okay. Okay, I know what it looks like.
I was bored. Restless. My wolf wouldn't shut up—he was pacing, whining, clawing at the inside of my skin like I was the idiot responsible for the distance between us and our mate.
(Which… okay, maybe he wasn't entirely wrong.)
But it wasn't like I planned to break into her room and go full stalker mode.
It just happened.
Sort of.
At first, I was just walking past the boarding house. Then I was just standing outside. Then I was just checking her window because, you know, safety check—someone had to make sure the place hadn't been vampire-booby-trapped or something.
Next thing I knew, I was inside.
Yeah. That escalated fast.
The thing is, my wolf and I had questions. Real ones. Like—why the hell was she pretending to be a dude when we met? Why had she wrapped herself in baggy clothes and stuffed her boobs into damn near nothing until I almost didn't recognize she was female? Made me think I was turning into a gay wolf.
