The Lycan Prince’s Puppy
Every petal was perfectly detailed, and as someone who had grown up carving more times than I could remember, I could tell he had put his whole heart into it.
Strangely enough, my favorite flowers weren’t violets but sunflowers, and that made it that much more special. My fingers moved along the edges, and memories flooded through me.
Memories of Mom and Dad bringing me sunflowers whenever they got back from excursions, and how we used to make herbal teas together using the petals.
It was something I held close to my heart and certainly nothing to be embarrassed about.
“It’s bad, isn’t it?” Kylan’s voice was tight. “I knew it. I told Fergus the petals looked wrong, but he said—”