Natalia
And the fact makes the beast suddenly appear all the more massive.
I’ve never seen a wolf quite like Cardan’s.
And I know I’m on the tinier side. Most wolves, on average, would be double what mine is in all her glory, but my wolf looks like a pup compared to Cardan’s.
As he takes a single step toward me, his massive paw embedding into the soft soil, a sinking feeling settles in my stomach.
He’s grown.
The wolf I remember wasn’t this looming, his bulk was never this layered.
The years turned him into a fully grown Alpha-blooded creature of destruction.
With the Forrest behind him like a backdrop of wilderness, he looks very much like a King in his rightful territory. His obsidian black coat seems to reflect the nighttime, as though the darkness clings to his fur.
And as h
