Chapter 8. Think Before You Speak

"Just out of curiosity, didn't you receive the obligatory history lessons in your pack?" Dante teases, offering me some coffee. "Let's just say I had a little sabbatical from the pack when I was younger." With a nod, I accept the coffee. I don't fancy telling my whole life story to somebody I barely know. "What do you mean?" He presses, sipping his own beverage. "I lived with my grandpa for a little while, back when I was younger. Missed a lot of the mandatory pack stuff and Dad never bothered filling me in." I hope this curiosity ends there. I don't like talking about my Grandpa. "I guess I should go and look for a whiteboard then...give you a proper lesson." Dante smirks, his tone growing suggestive. I clear my throat noisily, cursing myself for reacting to his every single one of his flirtatious remarks. I guess my self-restraint completely evaporates whenever I'm communicating with the Casanova. "I'm joki