Mirellie
His arms fell to his sides. They didn't stay there for long though.
His chest rose and fell heavily as he stared at me, his eyes still glowing gold. His wolf hadn't retreated. If anything, the beast seemed even closer to the surface than before.
I swallowed and forced myself to hold his gaze.
“What do you want?” I asked quietly.
The wolf tilted his head, watching me with unsettling intensity. “You.”
The single word came out rougher than Evander's normal voice. I shook my head.
“You can't have me.”
His brows drew together into a deep frown, as though my answer genuinely confused him. “Come home.”
A bitter laugh escaped me before I could stop it.“Home?” I repeated. The word tasted foreign on my tongue. “What home?”
Because the last time I checked, I was homeless. My moth
