"So you see, very much not romantically involved with my terrifying werewolf boss… despite what the rumor mill at company water coolers might suggest. I don't even swing the way you two do!"
The jealous rage that had been roaring like a bonfire in my chest had contracted to a small ember that left me feeling foolish and exposed for my true thoughts. I'd been ready to tear this woman apart over a protection charm.
Verbally.
> And a little part of me wanted to try more than that. Werewolf hormones are something else! <
"I..."
Wait. How did one apologize for behavior like that? Sorry, I almost might have slung you into the other wall if you actually were physically involved with someone who isn't even officially mine to be possessive about?
Brook straightened while pushing away from the wall as I got stuck thinking, adjusting her glasses with shaking hands.
