Rogue Princess
I say as I release my hold against his lungs, just enough so he can take a breath.
“I don’t know. I am an unranked wolf. How would I know?” His chest is heaving up and down, trying to take in as much air as he can.
“You lie,” I whisper next to his ear. “You are a warrior, part of the Royal Guard. I recognize the tattoo on your arm. I assume you were set on the outskirts of the city to keep the… riff raff out.”
“Riff Raff like witches,” the handsome wolf says boldly.