Family love

For whatever reason from earlier, I am not afraid. And as I realize that, I also realize how dumb it sounds. I should be afraid! I should cry and scream and run for my life. If even a fraction of what I thought about rogues is true, any death would be kinder than one under this wolf's fangs.

So why on earth do I get closer?

"Hello..." I whisper, terrified more about the possibility of some pack member hearing me befriend a rogue than death. "Earlier... I didn't get to thank you... for, you know? Saving me? So... Thank you!"

As I was talking, I didn't realize I approached it enough so that if I extended my hand I could touch it. The huge wolf tilts its head, half curious, half cautious. He seems like he’s checking my body.

"I’m not hurt. I'm Rose, by the way." I introduce myself, not really knowing what I was waiting for. It's not like he can answer like this or he would take his human form in the middle of hostile territory. Guessing my thoughts, a shimmer of amusement flashes in his