these passing moments with you

He took her silence in stride. He knew sometimes she could take some time to come to her thoughts. She allowed herself those moments, while in truth he often spoke in thoughtless haste. It was the balance between them, and he glided across the ice, leaving her to her thoughts. Looking at the perfect, thoughtful brows that dipped on her face. He loved this wolf. He loved her with all of his being, and he wanted to grow old with her. He knew what he wanted, and he knew what he must do to get it. He had to relinquish control. To her, only to her. The one he wanted to possess the most.


He let out a soft, huffed laugh at her question. “I gave you control tonight to decide how we will deal with my mother. It made me realize… how seldom I give you full reign.” He dragged his claws into the ice, sliding them to a gentle stop. He held her in his arms, looking down at her golden form, framed in the moonlight and bathed from light beneath them. He kissed her nose. “Because I want you to be my Queen. I don't want you to have a measure of control here and there. I want to live and die with you. With you as an equal. I want you to feel you have the authority to challenge me. To make decisions. That this pack isn't mine, but ours.”