Amara
I find myself nestling in his arms. He carries me while finding our way out of the woods. I’m cuddling my silk dress—he and I are both baring it all out naked.
“It’s been quite refreshing to see a calm night like this. It reminds me of my younger years.” I saw sparkles in his eyes as he reminisced about his past. “When I was younger, I always ran into the woods to practice my hunting. Being raised in the royal family of our tribe requires me to be an efficient hunter. My slender build made me the quickest wolf in the family.”
“Wait, so you’re a prince?”
“You could say. But in a werewolf tribe, we use other rank terms unlike a typical monarch.” He continued, “My siblings were all brute warriors. They always fight head on, while I typically evade until I can think of a strategy to
