Caspar
Kael lets out a happy howl as we run after Leto. She is the most beautiful wolf I have ever seen. I wonder if it has to do with her being a special wolf. But as far as I am concerned, she is just my mate.
Leto yips as we leap over logs and rocks. Our claws tear up the soft ground as we go further into the woods. I am happy that King Emery let us run around here. The two wolves slow down as we near a large pond. The moonlight reflects off the water, and I stare at Leto.
‘You are staring,’ She mutters.
‘I have never seen a wolf like you,’ I respond.
She wags her tail and gets into a play stance. Kael howls and nips at her. The two wolves wrestle and chase each other around the pond for what feels like hours. The light of the moon only grows brighter as we stop to lap up water a
