The White Wolf
Ghost was gone in the blink of an eye, and a beautiful giant black wolf appeared.
“Hey, handsome.” Ghost was a majestic wolf.
“Does your wolf want to play with her mate?” Dad asked. Ghost cantered away, teasing me. My wolf peered through my eyes to check Ghost’s wolf out. “Your eyes are glowing. Call her forward.” Ghost zipped by us trying to lure her out.
“She’s not ready,” I whined.
“Esmerelda, you’re making this more complicated than it is.”
“Daddy, I feel her. That is enough for right now.” He let out a slow breath, clearly disappointed.