Author's point of view...
"Nathan...I...you..." Ericka stammered, staring devastatingly at his deep brown eyes. Her heart skipped a beat as the thought occurred to her about what he was going to do next.
He isn't really wanting to bathe her, is he?
She was so terrified at the thought that her entire body stiffened.
If she was scared earlier by that huge black wolf, she was now even more scared of the handsome wolf in front of her. She looked like a trembling lamb before that wolf who was staring at her.
He grabbed her wrist with almost no particular expression on his face. There wasn't a single bit of softness in his gaze, only disgust.
Ericka couldn't understand what she did now to piss him off.
"Do you really think that I would let you walk around my personal space like that?" he spat in his cold tone and Ericka finally understood what was going on.
She looked down at herself, wherever she was moving, a line of mud appeared, cascading down her dress. She stared up a
