"Follow me," Angelo insisted as they got closer and closer to the royal study.
He was trying to control himself, trying to be as rational as he could get around her, especially when their wolves were at it again. The bastards were calling onto each other, trying to initiate the mating process and their humans; well, they were fighting the urge and the pull, at least until after they sorted this shit out.
A mad Angelo ramming into Hera was something that was very, very appealing to the horny wolves to the point that their humans had to block them out. It wasn't personal, though, and they just had a lot to deal with.
"What's this about Angelo…you do realize I look like your prisoner, right?" Hera asked incredulously, still playing pretend when she knew what this was about.
