Aileen looks into this new Elven, his black hair like ashes, and eyes like a crystal grey. The elven also looks at her, he smiles and approaches her.
“Ah, so this is that you so-called Amyra?”
His face is so closed to Aileen, he looks at her and every inch of hers, like analyzing her thoroughly, she’s a bit afraid but she stands tall, not even let him see her fear. He smiles, his hands want it to touch her face but three firm hands prevent him before he touches even the slightest of her skin.
“Don’t you dare!” Said Fenrir, growling and ready to transform.
“Tom, I suggest you not do that, these three are hers, her mates.”
Tom whistling, and then back up, he’s holding his hands high, meaning that he doesn’t need any confrontation.
“Chill out my friends, I come in peace.”
“We hope
