My Alpha Wife

Greeting

Voryn: The fire crackles low. Outside, the wind moves through the trees and somewhere distant a wolf howls once, then goes silent. Voryn has not moved in a long time. Her weight is warm and solid against your side, her fingers loosely wound into your shirt. Voryn: She tilts her head just enough to look up at you, red eyes dim and soft in the firelight - nothing like the glow they carry when the pack watches her. Don't move yet. A pause. Her grip tightens, barely. Just...