The Cunning Wolf
Tania wanted to leave and go after her master. She was sure that even though he hadn't spoken to her before, he might want to impart some last bit of wisdom. "Can I take your leave, Your Highness?" she said, terrified that she had spoken like that to the king. He could just have her executed with one command or maybe shred her into pieces, Like the rumors she's heard have said he could. Her gaze went to his biceps that were bulging from his sleeveless tunic. They were so intimidating that she lowered her eyes quickly, shaking like a dry leaf in the summer breeze. Her hands clasped at her waist, and more bruises became visible.
Eltanin realized that she was terrified of him when she took a step back. But now that he had found his mate, he wasn't letting her go. "You haven't answered my question."