Shadows Of My Mind

The white brute smiled and brought his head down so that his muzzle was touching her shoulder. He couldn't help but smile for he was happy to see her. The thoughts of his brother were minimal this time, and he was grateful for that. He was pleased to see that his mate's cuts were scabbed over. The gashes would heal within a month or so, but the long gash that was across his face still lay dormant and fresh, for this wound, being deep as it was, would never heal. His golden eyes met his mate's silver ones as he released his grip from her.

"Trica. I am glad that your wounds are healing rather nicely, you must have some gifted healers." He sat upon his haunches and looked in front lfw him as he smiled at his mate, he did not remember how much he had smiled until he had met Trica. He was a different wolf whenever he was around her.