Iris’ POV
“I’m sorry… You said she has what?” I respond incredulously to Finn. Surely I didn’t hear him right.
“Wings, Iris. She has wings. She’s breathtakingly beautiful though.” he says.
“HOW can you be so calm when you say that?! WOLVES DO NOT HAVE WINGS!” I yell at him through our mindlink. How many winged wolves has he seen that he is completely unphased by this?!
“Well honey, your wolf does have wings and she’s also my mate so there’s no real need to panic. Let’s go for a run and when we get home we will do some research. Ok?” he says trying to calm me down some.
“Okay.” I say. I watch as Willow and Remus frolicking through the woods and chasing each other. They are so carefree and I envy them as I struggle with the fact my wolf is “unique”.
Willow and Remus come upon a clear
