His Royal Breeder
Zayn stared at me and wiped a smudge of dirt off my cheek, his hand shaking just a little bit.
"I'm glad you're back Ariana, your wolf is a terrible communicator, You just threw me across a room," he muttered, a small, dark smirk returning to his lips. "I think the little mouse just grew some very big teeth."
"Don't... don't call me mouse," I grumbled, closing my eyes as the darkness of sleep finally took me.
The last thing I heard was his low mischievous chuckle.
"A cat bares its teeth at a wolf and now it wants to be called a Lion?" He leaned in, his shadow swallowing me whole.