ARIA
His scent was familiar, filling my nose with earthy tones. Clearly, this wolf hadn’t been under a roof for a while. His cold breath fanned across my face, and his heavy paws pressed down on either side of me. There was no way out.
What a brute. His icy eyes sparkled with mischief, and he bounced with excitement.
Excitement to see me? I chuckled, scratching behind his ears. This was weird. Shouldn’t I be pushing this strange wolf off me?
No. For some reason, I didn’t feel angry. Behind me, I heard Lucian mumbling something about Rowan. That was impossible. Rowan Frostbite would never stray from his perfect etiquette for something like this. He was the icy prince, the epitome of cold.
This wolf smelled wild and a little... off. I froze, recognizing something I wasn’t ready to admit
