We were still atop the mountain and I would happily leave it but Grim had me locked in his arms, making it very hard to move.
It felt like a puppy had latched onto me, except he wasn’t a puppy. He was an Alpha, and he clung a hell of a lot harder than a puppy.
Grim was a monster of a man, his size nearly quadruple mine, his body fully dominating and overshadowing me.
I glanced up at the moon, briefly asking for strength before speaking. “Grim, I don’t know anyone with a werewolf but are they usually this close?”
His answer is simple and direct, his arms only getting tighter around me. “Yes.”
I don’t know if I should believe him.
Though I don’t know anyone with a werewolf, nor do I know a lot about werwolves to begin with, I have seen a few humans and bound wolves in my short lifet
