Reyland continued. “So, what I need you to do, my princess, is find your wolf,” he encouraged her gently, his voice steady, confident.
“She must be hiding; she must be scared. Call her to you. Tell her everything you know. Tell her what you don’t,” he elaborated calmly.
“Your father will fill in the rest, but let him tell both of you. Okay?” he finished gently.
Marian’s eyes dampened, and she swallowed.
“Are you sure?” she asked softly.
“Yes,” Reyland replied confidently.
“No. I mean, are you for real?” she asked again, her voice trembling as her eyes filled.
Reyland’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?” he asked hesitantly, eyeing Marian again.
“Am I…YOUR princess?” she whispered. Reyland blinked at her, then he inhaled sharply.
His soft cheeks flushed as he glanced to the side.
