AURORA
Honestly, I almost could not get over the fact that Kane’s wolf was a whelp. A man with such a muscular build, piercing eyes, dark commanding aura that spoke dominance? A whelp?
His fur that was as white as snow, looked blue-ish under the hue of the faint moonlight that glowed softly, dimly illuminating the dark forest.
He let out a whimper, causing me to avert my gaze towards him. His now big blue eyes, watched me with intensity that made me feel unsheathed, blinking his eyes at intervals as low as his whines filled the space around us.
I stroked his back, and with it stroke, he let out sounds of approval, giving me the lead to religiously stroke his back.
What unsettled me was how I was starting to feel attached to his wolf form, and how he was letting me hold him, stroke and
