Derry’s POV.
Stone’s sleek wolf stalks forward, his head is lowered, and his eyes locked on Mickey.
“Hey, big lad,” Mickey says softly with a slight tremble in his voice. The wolf stops, his head c*****g at Mickey’s voice. He lets out a small whine and drops to the floor.
“He’s okay, he is sad that you are scared of him,” I breathe out, hoping I'm reading his body language correctly. Mickey blows out a breath and takes a step towards Stone, he reaches out a hand to him. Stone's eyes track his movements, but he remains completely still, he waits patiently for Mickey to come to him. Mickey looks back at me, and I nod for him to continue. I'm no expert, but Stone seems calm, and my wolf is at ease with him. I'm ready to step in if I need to. Mickey crouches and places a shaky hand on Sto
