Owen
I rub my temples, pushing my chair away from the data in front of me. My father’s been giving me more and more work taking care of the kingdom so that I’m prepared to be king one day.
As I take just a momentary break, my mind wanders of its own accord in the same direction it’s been wandering a lot recently.
Amelia.
My wolf stirs at the thought of her. I don’t know why he’s so fond of her.
“She smells pleasant,” he tells me for the hundredth time as if that’s a sufficient reason. Yet it doesn’t explain why he’s constantly nudging me to check on her.
Just last night he insisted I bring her proper bath oils. Despite the normalcy of nudity for werewolves, my wolf definitely noticed her exposed form. He is assuredly the reason I got so close to her before catching myself and ste
