~ THIRD PERSON'S POV ~
"Rest, my little wolf." Ares gingerly caressed the soft silver fur of Seraphina's small wolf.
His eyes were softened at the edges as he looked at her with undecipherable emotions, as his heart constricted with undescribable feelings.
Feeling extremely proud, he continued to caress her fur as she slept soundly.
In the soft glow of the blue moonlight sneaking from the gaps and the entrance of the cave, her wolf form lay curled in a peaceful slumber. Her sleek silver fur, exactly like her long hair, shimmered like liquid mercury, casting an ethereal radiance in the darkness that surrounded them. Her form was petite and delicate, smaller than the average wolf, but no less captivating.
He knew without a doubt that a pair of eyes with the endless depth of the ocean would be looking at him when she will open her eyes.
"You have done so well, my Queen."
