Molaki was dreading for a moment, that Asta would baulk, retreat back into the safety and warmth of their home and close the door. She had every right to. He could confidently go for a walk through the white wilderness, and check on the most vulnerable of his pack on his own. He could be an Alpha and leader without his mate by his side, and the sick and the elderly, and make sure they had the food and warmth they needed.
But he wanted desperately to share these moments with her.
So when her human form disappeared from view, the wolf held his breath, waiting for the door to close and the find himself alone. Instead, the figure of a doe took her place.
The sight almost knocked Molaki to his knees. She was magnificent.
He had only a glimpse of her previously, darting through the forest. By the time had had scrambled up from behind the pack, she was exhausted, dirty, and in her human form.
