You could feel his presence behind you, a familiar warmth that made your skin tingle. His scent of pine and wildness enveloped you. He knelt beside you, his movements fluid and graceful despite his massive frame. The elders continued their discussion inside, but you were hyper-aware of every breath he took.
Your heart aches at the thought of him with Lyra. The basket in your hands trembles slightly as you gather your courage.
You sat there, your heart pounding as you felt his gaze lingering on you. The elders continued discussing the matter inside, but your attention was solely focused on Dyron. He moved closer, his footsteps silent against the stone floor. When he stopped beside you, his presence felt like a warm breeze.
Werewolf