Shadow Mountain Wire

To be capable of compelling a wolf he’d only met once into roaming far from their safest sanctuary was a power that Wake did not wield lightly. He pulled gently on the tether he had placed upon the Mayfair, reeling in the summerwolf until those sunblue eyes flashed in the lowlight and bathed him with shy regard.

Lestan, the rogue sighed in relief, tail brushing against the ground a moment before he stood, swallowing the distance between them. My travels? Enjoyable, I suppose. It is difficult to think about, now that you are here.

He circled the russet academic, much closer than he had dared before, and hovered a mesmerized nose over the wolf’s hackles. What is that enthralling scent you wear? You smell of a garden.