My feet lifted from the ground and glided in the air with an undeniable grace as Orion held me within his arms with my naked feet exposed to the fleeting cold that clung to the air. His chest was broad and strong as the red-headed beauty stood before us and draped a shawl from around us, the thick fur was as dark as night as the silken material clung to my small frame. I felt like a vulnerable creature at that moment as the warmth of our surroundings gradually swallowed us whole as the door that separated us from outside closed behind us with a silent thud.
“Welcome to my home,” Winder said with a prideful smirk on her lips.
Her natural beauty shone brighter from under the lighting that peered through the sunlight that was embedded within the soaring sealings. Depictions of grand wolves
