Artemisia He growls annoyed, even if it nearly seems like he is trying to cover a purr. I giggle as I step out of the hut. “Now, if you could mind-link Logan or Matthew, I would need someone carrying me for real.” He rolls his eyes as he closes the door behind us, and I’m just waiting for his eye
Which he shares with a bunch of other wolves, so who even cares? His glare is still locked on me as I look back between the two and laugh awkwardly, “Oh, erm… My shoes were killing me, so he carried me.” Rage flashes on his face as I wind myself in his arms, making him let go of me, “Sorry, I can
Artemisia “One, two, three… Would you please hold still?” Lisa and I chuckle as we watch Celeste count the pups that can’t seem to hold still.“They are so cute,” I say, pushing myself off the small bus that we are leaning on. Lisa is still biting on a straw from the juices we just drank. “Terrib
“I swear! She was one of the she-wolves dancing for me and my men in the warriors-quarters, that’s true. I admit it, but Drake told me that you were looking for me because you were in trouble, and I suddenly felt sick.” He pushes his tongue out as if he were to gag as he has his eyes glued to the st
Artemisia It’s funny how my initial anxiety transforms into disappointment as we reach the first checkpoint mid-way where the pups can run around while the drivers get a little break after the long drive. The moment Fynn pulls his hand back to park and get out of the car, I feel like a piece of me
He gives in to my push, stepping back with a playful growl. “Good boy,” I laugh, and he seems to like the compliment as he shakes his head. Suddenly, the pup standing behind me, huddles between my legs only to break out to caress him as well. Drake lays down to make him pet his head before he skyr
Artemisia By the time we arrive, I can’t wait to go to my room and fall into my bed. Lisa and I had been excited about this trip, and we were looking forward to our private sleepover. This feeling didn’t even diminish as Cayden made Daisy tag along as she was getting too anxious about me skipping
Artemisia Before my brain can even register what is happening, I’m already being slammed against the wall, my air getting knocked out of my lungs. “Fynn!” I shriek after filling my lungs back up with a gasp. I push against his chest, but he ignores me, leaning in to nibble at my skin. He lets his