Several moments later, Ikrus stepped into the room. Aniya was now dressed in a nightgown, her feet on the floor as she sat on the edge of the bed.
“You can't sleep here tonight,” his voice was rough around the edges with his dissatisfaction but Aniya ignored it.
“Obviously, you have broken my door down.” She pointed at the doorway, gesturing that the door had been knocked down. That made it two doors. “ I guess I should thank you for that being the only damage you've done. Thank you for not shifting into your wolf and chasing me around like an unhinged beast.”
He heaved a sigh. “I am sorry.”
She frowned, folding her arms across her. “You speak the right words too late.” Then her frown deepened. “Why do you do that?”
He arched her a questioning eyebrow. “Speak the right words too late?”
No, the shifting and hating me, wanting me dead. Is that even right? I thought the bond was supposed to remain no matter the body you are in, or is it because I am not a lycan too?”
