ALPHA Magnus Andersen
"After I sold off some of my personal garments. The old one was severely holding my talent back. I was advancing far too fast... I required a better tool. So I made it happen on my own."
He leans in close, kissing the very corner of my mouth, his voice raw and gravelly. "Your wolf has been so incredibly brave." His lips find mine again, moving much slower this time. "You will never have to beg my beast for an instrument. Or for anything else in this world."
Hot tears sting the corners of my eyes, but I force a smile instead, cupping his scarred cheek. "You granted my wolf far more than a simple instrument, Misha. You gave me the actual chance to live out my dreams."