S e l e n e
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For a man that owned the city as his territory, Killian sure was fearless. He took us to a restaurant in the center of the metropolitan area. I took everything in with large eyes and an open heart, eager to learn everything about the outside world. It had been years since I last ate at a restaurant.
When we came out of the car, everyone stopped for us. Truthfully, for him. Killian held my hand as he pulled me behind him.
“Alpha!” As the people paused to whisper and bow at his presence, Killian’s grip tightened, almost in reassurance. Not a second later, he was holding my waist, escorting me into the restaurant before everyone could swarm us, not that they dared.
I still didn’t like large crowds. I caught a whiff of the air and knew we were in a heavily werewolf-populat
