Watching him cry tugged at her heart. It was only then that she realized the emotion coursing through her soul bond. She almost yelped, the sudden coldness seeping through her bones.
Then, it changed. As though whoever was feeling that became aware of her presence. A sudden warmth engulfed her, making her want to curl into herself.
She could recognize where it was coming from. Her werewolf King was a passionate man. She could still remember the stoic expression on his face when she first met him.
He was a man who loved fiercely. Yet, to those he didn't consider family, he was an emotionless bastard. She knew all his shades and recognized them for what they were.
No one took a smiling King seriously. For anyone to sit at the head of the table, some qualities were inevitable to have.
Then another darker emotion flooded her mind. This time, she whimpered. She had no doubt who the dark emotions belonged to.
