Queen of the wolves
I comforted him, hugging him back, then I ducked under his arms, smirking "The horses can smell your bear scent and it scares the shit out of them!"
"Language!"
I couldn't help but stick my tongue out at him then, knowing full well that it was far from ladylike for a seventeen-year-old royal to show such a lack of manners. Around Axle I didn't care, I wasn't a royal wolf, I didn't have responsibilities, I was just me. And I loved him for it.
Axle was twenty and in the prime of his life. Bears transitioned differently to wolves, claiming their beast forms before their fifth birthday. So by the time he came into my world he had already spent three years in his second skin. Simply put, he was m
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