*Harald*
“I love you.”
“And I, you,” I tell her—my wife.
I can hardly believe she’s finally my wife. I’ve given her multiple chances to back out, but she stays. Becoming a wolf, though, is entirely different. She said she was ready, but she shakes in my arms, my poor little bird.
I kiss her, bringing my hands up to cup her beautiful face. Timidly, she returns my kiss, so eager yet so scared. I must take my time and make her feel good. Skoll has said that turning her will hurt less this way.
Her warm hands are planted firmly on my chest, so timid yet so brave. I can see she’s trying, but she’s just so scared. I need to thank Eleanor for killing the man who touched her and made her so afraid. She should be excited, but instead, she hesitates with each touch.
I trail kisses up
