#Chapter209
The cursed eyes-02
Althea Zoella Castellanos Silvermoon
Aries puts me down although I was more than capable of doing so myself, but it makes the butterflies flutter in my stomach. I love whatever form of contact we could have, and holding tightly onto his hands, I follow as he leads the way. We all do.
But the scent of another werewolves in the air makes me halt in my feet and take a breath in. The scent different compared to the rest of the wolves here, but it wasn’t exactly one of the rogues too and neither did it belong to this land. And it led right into the pack house where we were heading towards.
