The gentle sound of the paws hitting the ground takes Rhys’ breath away and his neck slowly twists to gaze upon the wolf in front of him. He would love to say that this is not the first time that he has seen her, but that would be a lie.
In front of him is a tiny wolf, one of the smallest he has ever seen. She is a pure light gray, appearing more silver in the moonlight without a single marking or imperfection, her silver coat glitters in the moonlight. Just a small black nose and some violet eyes to break up the pure color of her coat.
She is magnificent. There is no other word for it.
His breath catches in his chest.
Ve doesn't even notice what is happening to the man behind her. Her eyes fixed on the trees ahead. She needs to purge this poison and run it all out of her system. Anything t……
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