Kris’ smirk quickly faded at that. So many moons had gone by… so much time and his girl, his glorious girl, was fighting to see him.
She…
She called him hers.
… My wolf…
Kris couldn’t help but zone in on the door, wanting to pave the rest of the way to her, despite how she was guarded with other species. Instead, he stood, stock still, waiting for her rescue.
It seemed like a stupid thing to want, for her to cross the great divide of one, narrow hallway, but the meaning wasn’t lost on him. She struggled as he did. She was…
All of Kris’ thoughts hummed into silence as he watched the golden handle turn. Her heavy door parted ways with the threshold of her room, leaving a snarl and protest of both beings he could scent just over hers.
A male human, who had no claim to her, by scen
