But an even more mouthwatering sight would be Deimos. His body is perfection, sculpted to be the best. To be something I cannot take my eyes off, to be something I cannot have but only dream of. Once the wolves are settled the training begins however for me, I cannot seem to concentrate as I feel the weight of two pair of eyes on me. What is wrong with those two males? Throughout the training my body turns cold trying to fight the heat of their gazes. Fire and Ice.
Later that evening, wolves gather for a campfire. Soft calming music flows through while the stars shine bright high in the sky. It's something I have always wanted to experience back when I was in my pack and now that I get to experience it, makes me feel happy. Sitting by the logs roasting a marshmallow, my lips curve int
