(Rhysette’s POV)
He was glorious.
Ares in his Lycan form made me understand why he was King over all of them, and seriously speaking, the little fear that I’d had about seeing him shift completely dissipated when I saw how calm and gentle he was.
Whereas last night he had charged in to save me like an avenging angel of sorts, raining fire and brimstone on all of those wolves, in the soft, bright sunlight wafting into the cave, he looked nothing like the feral beast that had terrified me so.
He gently approached me, almost silent save for a soft, uncontrollable growl of sorts that escaped his snout, and then he reached out for me, scooping me into his powerful arms, taking extra care to make sure that the blanket was well wrapped around me, especially around my chest.
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