“Mate,” her wolf cried, stirring with excitement, warmth flooding her chest.
Her eyes began glowing, the two distinct colours shining brightly. Her heart was beating loudly, from excitement, nervousness, thrill. She noticed the person duck away, hiding behind the tree, so she moved forward, ambling across the flowing water to the other side of the creek.
The scent of her mate only clouded her senses as she moved closer.
Noticing that he had been seen, Ian nervously hid himself from the wolf. He felt stupid hiding but still did it anyway. He listened, hearing the paws of the wolf approach him. So he decided to come out from behind the tree.
But he stood still, stunned, mesmerized by the wolf’s heterochromatic eyes; one scarlet, one sapphire. For some reason, he felt drawn to this wolf,
