Eliot wasn't going to argue against a kiss like that. He gave back as good as he got, and by the time he pulled back, he was smirking much like the wolf that got, well, both the cat and the canary.

"How's that s'posed to work?" Eliot asked, his relaxed features scrunching a bit at the thought of developing mind reading abilities with his Alpha. It weirded him, but he nodded his head to show that he accepted these things as facts. If he could be a werewolf, then werewolves could develop psychic abilities made perfect sense.