Scarred by fate
I hear them both say.
Zanthe’s attention sharpens as Tobias’s wolf introduces himself. “I’m Thor. It’s nice to meet you,” they say, and Zanthe dips her head slightly in acknowledgment, unable to communicate directly.
Moments later, Tobias’s eyes return to their usual light brown as Thor recedes. Then, to my surprise, Tobias speaks again. “May I touch you, please, Zanthe?”
I freeze. That’s… a weird request. Wolves don’t usually let others touch them like that unless they’re mates or family. It’s way too intimate. But, to my shock, Zanthe nods, even lowering her head slightly to make it easier for him to reach.
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