Katala
“Why are you scared, little one?” asked me Noctis from the entrance of our tent. It was a large tent made of brown horsehide. I’ve seen Noctis building it in four easy moves that spoke volumes about his years of military training. I was lying on the sheep furs at the back of the tent, my naked body covered in softer furs from my neck to my toes. I had no idea how Noctis could scent my fear when I was covered like that but he was right. I was scared…of so many things that I didn’t even know where I should start.
I sighed and pushed myself to the side, resting my head on the palm of my hand and staring at my Alpha. Noctis was still emanating an aggressive scent but it was milder now than before. I watched him check the poles holding the tent and then he turned to me, his bl
