Third person
King Aldric had never been so scared in all his life, not even in the presence of Kebel. Kebel was his comfort zone, his peace...those eyes that seemed to understand him without a word.
But presently his mind was still trying to make out what in the devil's name was happening. Kebel locked the chains too easily, like someone with years of experience.
His eyes had turned cold in seconds, and the pheromones...no, it was different from the blossom scent he was used to. He smelled addictively dangerous.
And Bel...that name rang a bell he couldn't quite place a hand on.
And now, thinking back at a few instances, he should have noticed. Kebel never talked about his wolf. Even when the topic came up, he found more than one way to brush it to the side, and that wasn't all. He made sure not to bring it up.
