12:Everyone knows you're mine

Layla felt her breathe catch in her throat at the beautiful sight before her. She sat up further in the couch, staring at the magnificent golden wolf standing before her.

He was huge, about three inches higher than her waist. His fur sparkled like melted gold and it ruffled softly in the cool breeze that blew in from the window. Sharp looking claws curved over the hard tiles on the ground and she could see the outline of the thick muscles under his fur. His fluffy tail that was bronze tipped wagged happily and the sight brought a smile to her lips.

It was his eyes that mesmerized her. They were twin pools of hypnotizing golden hue and she felt herself drowning in their depts. The wolf tilted his head to the side with his tongue lolling out and a tinkling laugh escaped Layla.

She stretched her hand forward tentatively, wanting to feel his fur on her palm. The wolf sat still so he wouldn't scare her away. It felt like years before she got the courage to touch him. Her fingertips grazed