YOUR SILVER KNIGHT (ROMAN)

As the ivory woman stepped forward from the shadows, his own massive form stepped closer to her border, his toes just barely breaking the threshold. His eyes were wide, and he feigned in almost innocent expression. He tried to look hurt by her words. "Can I not simply check in on a friend?" He'd almost whine. He took in her scent- it was different from when he'd first met her. Strongly because the pack scent that clung to it was different- and he noted she was pregnant. "Going to invite me in?" He simpered, feigning a shiver. His eyes trailed over her form- taking in her slightly swollen belly, it was noticeable. "Who knocked you up?" He'd ask casually, his tone conversational. Truly- she'd nearly done a 360 since he'd last seen her, where she'd lain on the ground bloody and bruised. Her dignity stripped of her. She'd looked delightful, as she cowered before him. He'd taken an unusual liking to this wolf. Something about her, had awakened the slim amount of compassion within him.