As the wolf approached Jessamyn, her heart started to pound. She could get torn up by the wolf, and no one was there to help her. And yet, she found strength somehow.
She had a feeling he wouldn't hurt her because he cared for Jerrick; unless Jerrick used him to kill her, but he wouldn't.
"Isadora…" she said. The wolf stopped in his tracks. "You are adopting her as your sister because Jerrick asked you to. What do you owe him? You are not keen on marrying. Are you not scared of letting your line die with you? Or, do you have an heir already?"
Jessamyn staked her questions, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions within her. The wolf's eyes glinted in the moonlight, a mix of curiosity and amusement.
"Isadora is dear to you," the wolf replied, his voice resonating in her mind. "And to him. She is dear to me too. It is not about owing him; it is about honoring the bond we share."
