Naiyah and I became inseparable, spending our days and nights together, at the window, at the garden, at the playground where I taught her survival fighting techniques, on the balcony, or in our room.
I cherished every second she spent with me, her funny jokes, the way she smiled at me, her blushing expression every time our bodies touched, her protective and possessive attitude, but most of all the way she looked at me, drawing me into the depths of the ocean of her devotion.
I was completely helpless.
Most of the time, she would tell me stories about humans, and I would tell her about our pack and life in the forest as she was very curious about the lycanthropy ways of life. then we would discuss the comportment of werewolves at the palace, because she had suggested that before trus
