Delina knew very well to whom those eyes belonged to. Zyon, Kraig's wolf. But.. was she dreaming?
"Kraig?"
He, who was talking to himself as if Delina could listen, widened his eyes. He had the impression of having heard her voice. A voice he longed to have closer to his ear. 'I must be dreaming…'
"Del?" he answered, feeling a bit of hope inside his chest.
She heard him, but that startled her. How could it be? Her heart was racing like crazy, but when she tried to talk again, the 'connection' was lost.
"Kraig?" She called and held the mirror with both hands. "Kraig? Are you there?"
The door to her room sounded with a knock and Delina sighed.
"Your Majesty?" Petrus' voice could be heard and Delina frowned.
"Come in." She said, but, again, he didn't do as she said. He never entered her room unless she made him. Delina walked to the door and opened it.
"My Queen." He said and bowed. Delina thought that was strange.
