What is your name?
Snow.
Snow. It seemed strangely fitting for a white wolf I thought. I trotted to Bailey who cautiously reached out a hand and patted me on the head. "You're stunning" he said with awe "but you have a blue shell on the middle of your back" he added frowning "I wonder if that's because of your siren side."
It's a reminder that you are both, siren and shifter.
I nod my head up and down, while Bailey continues to stroke me, almost making me purr out loud. He could touch me like this all day if he wanted and I wasn't about to complain. I loved his hands on me. Snow giggled.
That makes two of us. I can never get enough of how strong and coarse his hands are on our skin. Feel how gently he's touching us though? It's almost as though he's afraid to hurt us she said with l
