A hand on her back, just above the curve that would be considered inappropriate, brought her out of her temporary paralysis as a voice whispered in her ear, “Werewolves can sense fear, Ayla,” Thorin sounded calmer than she felt, “Don’t show fear or they will eat you alive.”
She took in a shaky breath, “Easier said than done.” She gave a small laugh, “Consider it respectful fear.”
“Fear is fear to us wolves.” He nudged her forward, “I’ll be right here with you.”
The words, as simple as they were, comforted her and she mentally pulled herself together and walked further into the crowd of claws and fangs.
“Princess, I hope dear Rina here gave you a good tour.” Matthis put a hand on the girl’s shoulder, before motioning to a log stool, “Sit and we’ll get you some food.”
As soon as the foo
