Ella
My wolf's tail twitched in response to his voice, her instincts recognizing that he was not a threat. He seemed to wear his emotions on his sleeve, appearing both sad and happy at the same time.
"Do you know who I am?" His tone was hopeful, as if expecting a grand answer.
Did I know who this man was?
No, I didn't.
And for some reason, that made me feel melancholy. He felt familiar, like a recurring dream. His scent was powerful and alluring, a mixture of danger and sweetness. He existed somewhere between reality and fantasy, just out of reach.
Still in my wolf form, I couldn't respond to him. But my wolf seemed to convey hopefulness.
His expression fell, and I felt an odd sense of sadness. He gathered himself together and let out a loud sigh that echoed through the mountains su
