Diana
As we step out of the diner, I find myself instinctively slowing my pace, trailing respectfully behind Alpha Dominicus. It feels natural, and ingrained, to maintain this distance when walking with a higher ranking wolf. That is the custom. But after a few steps, he stops abruptly and turns to look at me, his brow furrowed in confusion.
I freeze, uncertain of what I've done wrong. His eyes search my face for a moment before he speaks, his voice soft but firm. "You're too far away. Walk faster."
"Oh," I breathe, feeling my cheeks warm with embarrassment. I quicken my steps, closing the distance between us. He nods, seemingly satisfied, and resumes walking. I walk faster and close the distance between us, but still making sure to keep a few steps behind him, maintaining what I've always been taught is a respectful distance.
This time when he stops, there's a hint of exasperation in his sigh. He turns to face me fully, his expression gentle yet unyielding. "Beside me, Diana," he sa
