The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy
I take some of the fire and coat my hands with it, brushing it against his face, drying the residue of oil there until it turns into dark flakes – like mud or dirt – and then I brush it away.
By the time his face is clear and I clean the muck out from his tear ducts and his ears, most of the dark oily substance has receded from Gabriel’s soul. As I clean off his whiskers and scratch the muck from his chin, Gabriel’s sweet wolf looks at me with a great deal of shame in his eyes. So much that it makes me laugh.
“Oh, come on,” I murmur, scratching at the clean fur now between his ears. “It wasn’t your fault, darling. Nobody blames you.”