"I…" Silas Thornton's brows knitted together. His throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and he could only stammer.
Holly Wyatt lifted her gaze. Her round eyes twinkled, like falling stars.
Silas's gaze met her sparkling eyes, and he was suddenly struck by the thought that he was a complete bastard for wanting to form a mate contract with a cub who wasn't even twenty-five yet.
Holly blinked rapidly, her eyes fixed on the tip of Silas's tail, which was wagging back and forth in a panic. She licked her lips, a knot of nervousness tightening in her gut.
'AAAAAH!! What am I supposed to say to such an innocent cub!? She's still a cub!! AWOO! I must be crazy! I had to be crazy to suddenly order the pack to stay away from the cub last night!!'
