Cleo's eyes narrowed into tiny little slits and unlike most people would do, she stalked after him, grabbing his wrist and pulling him back in her direction. "Listen here, buddy, first of all don't talk to me like I'm some stupid little girl. I've been a were my entire life and I think I know a thing or two about them. Yes, you've got control issues, but you're more than a little pissed off at me right now and you haven't shifted." she pointed out to him. "Yes, wolves mate for life, but only if you bite me while we're having sex, enough to draw blood. I'm sure you could use a little sex because you're more than frustrated. How long's it been?" she asked him. "Just because you're afraid of hurting someone doesn't mean that the wolf inside of you, making up most of your emotions right now, isn't begging to be buried inside of something warm and wet." she pointed out. It was probably only pissing him off more, but he needed to hear the truth. Going without wasn't helping him, if anything it was hurting him.
"You live off instincts now, Colin." she told him. "And if you think that holding off is helping you, you're sorely mistaken. If anything, it's making you more likely to shift because you're stressed out and pent up because you're not giving in to any of your urges." she said. "I know you want me, I can smell it from a mile away. If not me, then someone else because the longer you hold off, the more dangerous you are."