Ravensblood Forest your life's a dimestore novel

His fiery companion brushed against him, drawing his attention from the battered youth that was defeated before him. Her eyes were pleading to him – champagne and gentle in nature, and his brows furrowed lightly. She seemed to trust the silver wolf, without knowing his story, and the regal felt his own apprehension at such a possibility. He dismissed the flash of fangs as mere retaliation to whatever force had put him in this situation.
 
At the stranger’s question, Constantine drew his bright eyes back, his own voice rumbling with an edge of distrust. “Not today,” he returned, blinking before forcing himself to relax. “We’re a small group looking to claim this forest as our own. You’re welcome to stay, drink, eat and rest until you’re feeling better. Depending on what happened to you and why you lost your eye, we will invite you to stay and build this pack with us.” He paused then, studying the boy, any bemusement upon his features fading with protective concern for the she-wolf at his side. “But if you’ve done something malicious to earn that injury, I’ll have to rethink my answer to your question.”