“It is hard for royal males to control our wolves,” Joseph tells me. His legs are long enough to reach the ground, and he swings us gently in the hammock. “I knew I would hurt you our first time, but I did not know it would be so bad.”
“Ok,” is all I can think to say. Honestly, I don’t know what to tell him. It wasn’t alright, and it’s not something I’m going to get past quickly. I’m still a bit afraid of him.
“There is a tonic that most take,” he continues slowly. “It suppresses the bond and helps us hold control of our wolf. My father is upset that I refuse to take it. If the bond continues to develop, we run the risk of my dying if you do. It’s something royals have done for centuries.”
I turn to look at him. “I don’t want you to take it.”
His lips tug into a small smile
