Conall
Her wolf was stunning. Pure black fur that glistened in the sun. I longed to run my fingers through it and feel the soft warmth. Her golden eyes seemed to glow with an ethereal light as she glanced at me over her shoulder, and then she was gone, racing over the hills to face the threat head on while several of her warriors shifted and followed after her, barely able to keep up with her pace.
A tiny coo caught my attention and I glanced down at the tiny pup cradled in my arms. He was staring up at me with wide eyes the same impossible blue as the sky. “Don’t worry, little one,” I whispered. “She’ll be back. She’s tough.” His response was to shove a tiny fist in his mouth and chew.
“She is, you know,” a gentle voice said. I looked up to see the infant’s mother smiling serenely do
