I nestled more into his embrace and all I could feel and smell was his delicious scent. It felt nice.
"I wish I get to sleep like this every night." I murmured softly and I felt him smile. He kissed the top of my head and patted my hair gently.
"Soon."
"When I finally become yours?" I asked.
"You're already mine."
"But not officially."
"You want it to be official?" He chuckled when I nodded. "Then do you want to be the King's bride or the flying crows Luna?"
"Luna?" I tested the title on my lips and the thought that none of these two sides would accept me wholeheartedly was sad. In the werewolf world, only the strong is favoured.
"Cyrus," I called and he hummed in answer. "That day, what did you see in me? Why did you suddenly take an interest in an ordinary girl?"
"You're not ord
