“Rest, and I will have a meal brought up to you.”
“Why, where are you going?” I asked, stopping him in his tracks.
“I’m going for a run.” He replied, his hand on the doorknob. “It has been a while since I last ran, and my wolf is restless.”
“Can I come?"
He looked taken aback by my question; even I was taken aback. Deep down, I knew I had always been curious what his wolf looked like.
I have seen the guards change, and I tell you, I almost pissed my pants, but somehow, I knew this would be different. I watched as the king tilted his head, probably thinking about my question.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” I hurriedly said, I don’t want to force him to do anything he doesn’t want to do.
“Go get your jacket; it's cold outside.” He stated, and I squealed, rising from the bed
