“Hello,” Irina whispered.
He didn’t respond.
“Your name is Roman, right?” she asked. “Why don’t you come out?”
After a silent moment, the leaves moved, and he made his way out.
A black wolf with white tufts. His fiery eyes stood out even more in this form. Irina found him beautiful.
“You are a brave wolf,” she said. “Alpha Gorn does not usually allow members of other packs to wander these woods outside their human form.”
It was true. Gorn was particularly controlling of his lands. He insisted that only Spring wolves be allowed to shift within his territory. But it was also true that Gorn would not come into these woods without reason.
But Irina wanted to see her son’s face, hear his voice. So, she stretched the truth just a little.
The wolf lowered his eyes.
“Here,” Irina called, grabbing the blanket she had been sitting on. She stood and brought it closer to him. “You can put that on if your clothes are not close by. I will turn around.”
