Skye walked over to the count and sat next to him. She looked at the book he was working on, intrigued by what he did with the books.

Jacob moved and sat back on the bench. He was sweating and his chest was heaving. His anger had disappeared, for now at least. Her rubbed his eyes how was he going to deal with Jacklan dancing with Geiko at the dance? Sure, his wolf wouldn't be right under the surface waiting to snap but he would be there. Whispering all of Jacob's desires into his ear and he would have to hold back. Jacklan was not his, no matter how many times the wolf called her such.