HANNAH
Cleo was on the ground, her muzzle buried deeply in the snow. My poor wolf. She was whimpering because she was so scared. Her innocent soul couldn’t understand why her fated mate used his physical strength against her. She wept silently and it seemed to melt the heart of an alpha beast because he carefully stepped down from her back and slowly rolled her over.
His icy blue eyes locked with her golden ones and there was a moment of silence. They just stared at each other without blinking and I wondered if they had communicated.
“What’s going on? Is he saying anything?” I asked her because curiosity was killing me.
“No. He’s just staring at me. It’s so weird. Do I have dirt on my snout?” It was indeed weird because I could hardly read his expression. I couldn’t tell if he was angr
