Thinking back to those days we spent together not long ago—how I held him in my arms more than once, stroking his fur—my cheeks instantly flushed with heat. Thankfully, I hadn't misjudged him. He really was a good wolf… no, he really was a good guy.
Just the thought of leaving this godforsaken place filled me with such excitement I couldn't stay still. I grabbed his arm without thinking.
“Snowy, you know how I can get back, don't you? Can you take me home right now?”
He looked down at my hand, then back up at me, his gaze full of complicated emotions. A small smile tugged at his lips.
“Elara. I remember you told me your name was Elara.”
I nodded emphatically.
“Zane is my name. My mom gave it to me… Of course, you can still call me Snowy if you like.”
I quickly corrected myself, “Zan
