Érzelem

She cried, his little sister. Her personality was stronger than the sun, her warmth a part of its heat. It took a strong wolf to be so determined, so assertive, with such a small stature, but he had seen her manage it. Like anyone in the world, she had her ups and downs, her uncertainties. She held them close to her heart, and he could understand that. She cried, and he held her close, glad that she trusted him enough to open up to him. “You can always come to me, Iolaire. My little Sun. You are my family, and I am yours” he said, pulling back enough to look into the golds of her eyes.

He did let out a sigh of relief when she told him, for what must have been the hundredth time, that she would not leave him for the Empress. “Well.” he said quietly. “Whatever your reasoning, im just glad to have you here. You are mine” he promised her. Fierce, protective, absolute. He pulled her close again, ruffling her coat around her ears.

“The storm is almost upon us, and well I would love to sit her in the rain, my pregnant wife…” he paused, and leaned a little closer to his sister, sharing one of Zee’s secrets. “Is terrified of storms. She will be working herself into a frenzy by now. Will you come with me, mix her a tea, and help me calm her with some snuggles?” he asked of his sister. There was a slight undertone of anxiety in him, the need to go to Zee, but he would never pull away from Io with speed, He had to balance his love for both of them, and the storm was not yet here.