His fur was Soft.
Incredibly soft.
And so warm it nearly melted my fingers.
Kingsley’s wolf closed his eyes blissfully, leaning into my touch so hard he almost tipped me over.
“Oh princess either would do, it’s a win win situation for me”
I couldn't help it — I laughed.
The other three wolves watched intently, their bodies buzzing with restrained excitement, like overgrown pups desperate for their turn.
I bit my lip, heart squeezing painfully in my chest.
They didn’t even know who I really was.
And yet —
they wanted me anyway.
My hand trembled slightly as I moved from Kingsley to scratch the underside of his chin, then daringly ran my palm along his neck and shoulders.
The bond, normally a thin hum under my skin, blazed to life at the contact.
Warmth.
Tingles.
The feeling of
