Briar
The early morning sun filtered through the trees as Damian's car wound its way down the forest path. I fidgeted in my seat, a mix of excitement and nervousness churning in my stomach.
Damian's hand found mine, his thumb tracing soothing circles on my palm. "Relax, little wolf," he murmured, his eyes briefly leaving the road to meet mine. "Everything's going to be fine."
I nodded, trying to believe him. "So, tell me about Odette," I said, eager for a distraction. "You seem to know her pretty well."
Damian's lips quirked up in a fond smile, revealing a dimple I rarely got to see. "She's one of the wisest wolves still alive," he explained. "I often go to her when I'm in a tight spot. She's got this way of seeing right through you, you know? Like she can read your soul."
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