I'll Always Need You

He could see the smile she lightly hid. “That's Sir Buffoon. I'm a respectable wolf now, don't you know?” a part of him would rather be Thrall than in charge of the lives of the wolves in this pack. But he kept that thought locked down. He settled beside her, and then flopped down, lying on the bed.


 The wolf he'd fought had gotten a good bite on his foreleg, but other than that he was unharmed. “I'm not sure.” He told Delphi. Innocence riding his voice where it didn't belong. “You might have to inspect me to make sure I'm not dying of a mortal wound.” He challenged her.