This Redhead Needs No Protector

Summary

On the day of our graduation photo at the pack academy, I took my usual place beside Kieran.

Someone whistled.

“Move over! Leave two spots for them. You wouldn’t split up a pair of future mates, would you?”

I’d grown up hearing jokes like that.

But when Kieran’s arm brushed my shoulder, I still blushed.

He didn’t answer. He just looked at the camera.

As the photographer told us to smile and cheers broke out around us, I heard his voice, low beside me.

“This is exhausting. Can you stop clinging to me?”

My smile froze.