Queen Elise
For a long heartbeat, I couldn’t breathe.
Of all the things Caleb could have said, of all the favours he could have asked, that one disarmed me completely. He wanted to meet my wolf.
The words echoed inside my mind like thunder. My wolf stirred immediately, responding to the sound of his voice like it had been waiting for that exact request.
Her energy surged within me, her excitement palpable, her desire to be seen, to be known, suddenly overwhelming.
I turned to him, searching his expression for mockery or jest, but there was none.
His eyes were earnest, glowing faintly gold with the faint pulse of his wolf beneath. There was reverence there, even awe.
Still, I couldn’t comprehend it.
“You… want to meet my wolf?” I repeated, my tone sharper than I intended.
“Yes,”
