27. Meeting Her Mate

Maeva POV

As King Rayan approached me the first thing I noticed was his eyes. The swirls of blue-green & royal blue in his eyes were evidence of him fighting his wolf for control. It seemed strange to me that a 600yr old immortal Demigod Werewolf had trouble controlling his wolf, but I assumed his wolf was stronger than most. I watched as he slowly stalked towards me, those beautiful eyes entrancing me in their stare.

"You shouldn't be out here alone. The Beta will answer for this." His gravelly voice spoke as he stood infront of me.

"Well that's not necessary, Your Grace. Headmaster Ronan knows I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself." I answer him watching his eyes for any clear indication of which of them I'm actually speaking to.

He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes in the process, & when he opens them again they are a sparkling vibrant green with just the faintest undertone of blue. He hops up on the boulder next to me, & my nostrils are ov