His Voice
Clara didn't know what else even happened after that one kiss. Her body tingled all over, and there was that undeniable feeling of fulfillment and longing overtaking her senses.
Everything else mattered little to her. All that did was that Gilas was currently walking beside her, his hand wrapped around hers as they toured the small square where the festival was taking place.
[You're even holding hands with him now?!] Sheba joyously laughed. [Seriously, can you even tell me that you don't like him?]
[It just feels natural in a place like this,] Clara weakly scoffed, her cheeks still red from the rush of emotions still running through her nerves. [It's just platonic hand holding. Nothing more, nothing less.]
[How can you deny him even now?] her wolf laughed at her. [With every second that you're holding his hand, the more we're starting to feel the Mate Pull between us. And here I thought you said you didn't want that Pull to dictate your senses.]