“It seems you have forgotten. Let me show you.” He says and I am flashed snippets of memories. All of him and me. Him feeding me, taking care of my wounds, doting on me, but in each of the memories I had chains around my ankles and hands. I am pulled back from the slideshow, with the man standing right in front of me. I look at him. He is tall and lanky, has a little gray poking through the black slicked back hair. His beard is neatly trimmed. I’d say he is anywhere between 40 and 80, given that we can live up to 200 years old it is hard to tell how old a wolf is. I stare into this man’s seeming black eyes while Veena continues growling.
“Oh don’t be like that. You will see sooner or later, my queen, that you are mine. You were made for me.” He says darkly and a person appears inside the
