Sebastian
It was our mate in her wolf. Those eyes we will never forget. Her scent we would always recognise. Fenrir whined, standing still as he watched his mate—the she-wolf. Now he had someone he could run through the woods together. Someone he could hunt together.
I could feel our hearts pulsing. Feel the joy in our veins. Fenrir wanted to leap onto her immediately, but I held him back. I could see the fear in her eyes and hear her heart trembling. The ordeal she had gone through, trying to escape. Trying to survive.
The pains of her first shift reminded me a lot about mine, but I had someone to walk me through it, and she had none. I had felt her pains and I knew it was a terrible experience. But above all, we were glad to see her she-wolf, Fenrir particularly.
I shifted back to
