Alora POV
Alfred lays a warm cloak over my shoulders and ties it carefully around my neck. His eyes don't look into mine as he readies me for our little excursion. I get the feeling he is scared of me.
While his attention is elsewhere, I take the time to look at him. He is the complete opposite of the Lycan King. He smiles a lot, and when he does, his blue eyes sparkle.
Blonde hair falls messily in his own face. It is not brushed or styled. He is large and muscular, like the Lycan King, but there is a softness to his touch. He is careful where he touches me. He is always respectful.
If anyone were to convince me that not all lycans are monsters, it would be him.
He finishes tying my cloak and stands back to look at me. "Are you warm?"
"Yes," I reply. "Can we please go o
