DESPARITIES
I stepped outside the pack house since what seemed like ages ago, there were so many gazes set on me, human and wolf alike. Possibly they were expecting me to make some grave announcement when I have nothing. Not even a postive cheer for myself. I walk away from it all, the sene of waiting assembly. I wouldn't be the one to address them. That was not my role. Instead I found myself staring at the gate, thinking it was a pitiful assurance of safety. The fortress walls were almost immortal, yet they didn't keep the hell I witnessed at bay.
"Leila," Grayson steps around me, to block the scene that has made my body quiver in fear. He stands nine feet tall, blocking even the very rays that the sun pelted my way. He could sense my fear I realized. "There's no need to be afraid. This is your throne too."
I glance up at my rugged mate. He kept his word. He wouldn't leave me alone.
"I didn't want a throne, " I explained to him, eyes still focused forward.
"What do you want Leila?
