"Grace he isn't going to hurt me." My friend states in a whisper, laying her head against my shoulder. I blink, releasing the male's neck from my hold but keep a paw pressed to the small of his back. My ears twitch, letting Amelia know that I am listening to her while I keep an eye for any strange movement the male might make.
"Grace, Caden has been helping me find you and keeping me safe from other wolves. You can trust him." She continues, her fingers still running through my fur. I eye the male suspiciously, removing my paw from his back before nodding to Amelia. I trust her judgement and now that I am slightly calmer I notice the wound on the male's wrist where the scent of blood from early pools from. It seems my friend injured this male wolf in some way and pride swells inside m
