Alyssa
Ralph walked a lot like the military men back in the North.
I felt like a shadow as I fluttered behind him in the hallways, hoping to strike up a conversation. It had been a horrid night, and I would have delighted in a little small talk.
But Ralph didn’t seem the type of man to enjoy talk at all. He was perhaps the largest wolf I’d ever met, stoic and brawny. Built like a fighter with eyes made for war. And quiet. Quiet as a still day.
I quite…liked that.
As he strode ahead of me, I fluttered around him, hoping to get his attention. “Perhaps it was a bad idea to leave them in my room,” I said, smirking wryly. “I will have to make sure the servants clean my sheets in the morning.”
Ralph shot me a look. One singed with discomfort. It was clear he wasn’t used to seeing Xavier in
