Grey

Cassie took few steps forward untill she was within arm length with grey (Jayson's wolf). She streached out her hands and slowly touched his head as if she was petting her dog.

Grey liked the feeling of his mate touching him. It felt warm and peaceful. He felt clam. It felt like all his frustrations and worry had being driven away just with a little touch from her. The mate Bond was indeed a wonderful thing he thought. Cassie withdraw her hands and immediately, he let out a whipping sound to show how dissatisfied that action of hers made him feel.

"Is Jayson still there?" Cassie couldn't help but ask. She still don't understand this werewolves stuff. All she knew were the little things she saw in her vision or dreams either ways. He nod his head softly indicating that yes jayson was still there.