Vance
As I watched her run around in the fields, her yipping almost sounding like laughter echoing through the air, I can't help but feel a sense of both wonder and sadness. Wonder at the pure joy and freedom she exudes, and sadness at the fact that I can never join her in that way.
I have lived for centuries, both as a human and as a head guard in the underworld. I've never been envious or jealous of anyone or anything, always content with what I have and who I am. But with her, it's different. As her mate, I feel the pull and possessiveness that comes with it. I am not a wolf, but I can feel the instinctual need to protect and provide for her.
Every time she's near, my body is flooded with love and electricity, a reminder that she is the light to my dark. I would give her the wor
