Seventeen.

Willow

The intensity of his stare grows as my heart runs rampant in my chest.

“Just breathe.” I whisper to myself, just like I was back to being paraded around on stage.

“Little wolf…” His voice is not so harsh. Nor so demanding. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to look at him

I feel the warmth of his hand sliding around my wrist. A spurt of tingles ignited my skin where our flesh touched. I almost jerk away. What the hell was that?

He doesn’t let go and as my eyes raise to meet his, I already find him staring directly at me. The onyx eyes were mesmerising, you really could fall into the depths of them.

“Put some clothes on.” He mutters in the softer tone.

“Why?” I was quite happy wrapped in a robe

“You need air, so let's go for a walk.”

“I didn’t say….”

“You didn’t need to, little wolf. I see the way you look around. It’s the first time since being here that you have truly felt trapped. Get dressed and we will go for a walk.”

“It’s late.”

“Scared of the dark?” He muses.

I shake my head