Trapped with the Alpha King
she stuttered with a gulp, pressing back against the pillows.
“Ah, don’t be frightened,” Melva reassured quickly. “It’s an Eclipser Wolf, My Lady. Lord Uriel said it’s rare, a mythical wolf. It stayed by your side all night, keeping you warm. You were so cold, it helped you recover.”
Althea’s gaze softened as the wolf nudged her hand gently, as if urging her to pat it. Her fingers moved almost on instinct, stroking its back. The creature let out a low, satisfied whimper that tugged at her heart.