[Irene Miles’ POV]
It was twilight; I was waiting for midnight. I had freed myself from the chains and was standing on the balcony, peering into nothingness. I never imagined I would ever be scared of Prince Zane. The gentle wind danced through my hair as if it was trying to soothe my worries, confusion, and the lingering fear in my heart. I didn’t understand why Zane’s wolf did what he did. Was it because he was too possessive or was he scared like I was? Was he scared of waking up one morning and not seeing me by his side? Was he scared of losing all connections with me? Was he thinking of the possibility that we would never meet again? Did all these fears bother him too?
I didn’t know what or how I felt then. He was the prince, after all. He could have gone further and no one would'v
