Chapter Thirty-Three: Taylor

"Thank you for coming with me," I mutter, curling my fingers into his brown and gold fur.

You still haven't told me what we're doing here, he says.

"I already told you, I don't know," I sigh.

I'd feel a lot better if I knew why I was taking you to the heart of dragon territory, he growls.

"The Queen asked us to come that's why. You don't trust her?"

I don't trust anyone.

I frown. "Not even me?"

He stops and cranes his head to look at me. His eyes take my breath away. He told me they are a genetic mutation that runs in his family. All of the males have wolves with eyes of icy blue instead of yellow.

Taylor, do you trust me? he asks.

The question catches me off guard. I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out.

He turns away and begins walking again. I grip his fur tighter as he picks up the pace and starts to jog down the mountain path. I'll trust