59. White Wolf
Dominic POV My wolf was beyond furious at her first link. I had to calm him, knowing she hadn’t truly seen herself yet. It took reminding him that she had fainted after her first shift for him to finally accept that what I was saying was true. But even then… I couldn’t stop staring at her wolf. She was stunning. I couldn’t even attempt to wrest control from my wolf. Her fragile, beautiful form had him utterly undone — purring, standing stiff and proud like a pole beside her. Thumper’s wolf was pure white. Radiant. Her eyes shone with the same brightness as her own, impossibly expressive, impossibly alive. Her small stature only made her more adorable, even in this form. She was delicate, slightly fuzzy, heartbreakingly perfect. Mine. Only the pack’s female warriors were permitted
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