Roselia didn't know there were nooks and crannies behind certain trees where werewolves put their clothes. The whole time, she felt like an idiot learning these facts that made logical sense. She nervously fiddled her fingers whilst waiting for the brothers to come out of the tree. Less than five minutes had passed, but she could feel the curious glances from the people hidden in the forest and the guards.
Everyone was watching her.
A second later, a low growl filled the air.
Roselia stopped breathing altogether.
Cruden's massive black wolf emerged from the trees, his fur gleaming like polished obsidian. The sheer size of him was frightening, every muscle rippling with power beneath his sleek coak. His eyes, a piercing blue even in wolf form, were sharp and aware. He watched Roselia with an intensity that was both intimidating and mesmerizing.
