Alora POV
The man ruffles his hair in an attempt to hide his ears, but it is too late. I have seen what he is. He turns from me and tries to leave the stables, but I chase after him. "Wait," I beg.
"I am not supposed to talk to you," he mutters under his breath.
"Why not?" I plead. "Does the Lycan King not know what you are?"
"It is because of what I am that I cannot talk to you," he whispers.
He races up the hill to the castle, but I refuse to accept his departure. "Please," I beg.
He spins around so quickly that he almost knocks me over. His hand wraps around my forearm and stops me from tumbling to the ground. His grasp is firm, but he does not hurt me, and his eyes are laced with concern.
"What is your name?" I ask curiously.
Waiting until I am steady, he lets
