“Morrigan.”
I whispered my name.
It was the first time I had spoken to another person since…
I swallowed back tears when the last words I had spoken aloud came back to me.
‘It’s a girl?’
“Morrigan.”
Ares repeated my name. He seemed to be tasting it, seeing how it felt in his mouth as the word formed and rolled off his tongue.
I liked how he said my name - it wasn’t just the fact he had an accent; it was rare for me to hear it spoken rather than barked before I was given a command.
He tipped my head up a little and now he was looking at my eyes rather than into them.
“I’ve never had the honor of seeing a white wolf in the flesh before,” I did not correct him as he turned my head gently and looked at my features in more detail, “you’re a pretty thing.” His hand dropped from my
