Unseen Sparks
Emorys eyes flicker, darken, and he begins to laugh, as if he was talking to his wolf now, in front of everybody.
Liam’s face lit up with pride as he spoke. "Conan is my wolf," he said warmly. "He’s a beast—massive, fearless, with a thick grey coat and piercing green eyes. He’s the best wolf in the pack, the fastest too. Nobody can catch him." His tone was full of admiration, a clear sense of pride in his voice.
Emory chuckled, cutting in with a grin. "You wish, Liam. Nixon will always be the fastest. He's next in line for alpha, after all."
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