Zirah POV
The wolf moves beneath me; he whines, nudging and licking the side of my neck, while the one laying across my lap with his head propped on my shoulder lifts his big head.
My eyes flutter open when it starts licking my face frantically like I am its favorite lollipop. Blinking and trying to wake up, I freeze, wondering if he is tenderizing my flesh with his tongue before he tries to eat me.
I push his head away, grabbing fistfuls of his fur and he whines loudly, and his tongue starts flicking faster, trying to lick my face, making me chuckle as he covers me in slobber and drool.
“Stop, it’s gross and you’re making me nervous,” I tell the huge white wolf who had managed to lick most of the blood off his fur coat, I am grateful he has but also slightly disturbed, hoping the left
