"He wants to see you, but I don't think you are ready to meet him," he whispered into her ear after a few moments, his warm breath brushing lightly against her wolf. She felt a faint tremor ripple through her, a quiet unease stirring deep within her thoughts as his words lingered.
"Of course, I'm ready." She replied quickly, though a small voice within her wolf questioned her certainty.
"No, you are not and I can't imagine myself staying one day without you." His tone carried a weight that made her chest tighten, as though his wolf was silently pleading with hers.
"Does he want me to sleep over?" She asked, trying to sound composed, though her thoughts were already racing with possibilities.
"Yes, and I'm frightened you are going to take off after meeting him," he admitted softly.
"You think so little of the bond between us?" she murmured, her voice gentle but laced with quiet strength. Her fingers curled into his tunic, holding him there as her gaze locked with his.
