Kane
I’d been watching the little wolf since she entered my woods.
Normally, I stayed as far away from the castle and civilization as possible. People meant complications, and complications meant someone could get hurt. Or killed. By me. But today was different. There had been unusual movement in the village, people running back and forth like ants whose hill had been kicked.
So I’d crept to the edge of the woods, close enough to catch fragments of conversation from the drunken wolves stumbling out of taverns.
My son’s…wedding.
Shock and sadness had filled my chest. I should’ve been there for him. I should have stayed away. But mostly, I should have retreated deeper into the forest and pretended none of it existed.
But then I saw her.
A flash of white fabric and honey-colored hair
