The black wolf continued to sniff at her neck and made a whimpering sound before he stepped back and looked directly into her blue eyes, it's own burning in intensity.
"Hello Aila," A low growl rumbled through the mind-link. It was Damon's voice, but it was extremely animalistic. She looked into his eyes more and watched as the silver glow of his orbs flickered and hardened. This was the wolf she met that night.
"I'm Damon's wolf, Darius," His voice was deep and majestic sounding, causing Aila to be slightly in awe and in a daze. Malia stirred in the background, wanting to come to the surface, but Aila kept her at bay until Darius said, which made Malia grumble in agreement.
"Hi," Aila heard the nervousness in her voice; she didn't know what to say to him. He stepped closer to her again and licked her neck, making her realise her wound was slightly bleeding.
