“Rey–”
“Why are you still so angry? I’m fine! She won’t do anything to me, will you?” Reyland chided his father and then questioned Marian, gazing over his father’s shoulder at her as she stood catching her breath.
Alpha Dax rested his hand on Reyland’s, and Reyland took his father’s scratched-up hand in his.
The wounds Marian had made were already healing even as Reyland calmed his father’s anger.
She slowly shook her head in response to Reyland’s question, her eyes fixed on Reyland’s tiny sapphire irises.
Sapphire…?
But…
They were grey earlier…before…
Marian wondered as she gazed at Reyland sitting on the grass, holding his father’s hand.
“I’m safe, Dad,” Reyland said softly, turning back to his father. “She was our princess. Her father is our captive. Nothing will happen. N
