"They sound close," she said, her fingers tightening on his shirt. "They sound like they're right outside...." Getting tortured by him was better than getting torn into pieces by wolves. These creatures were feral and wild.
"The mountains carry sound," Thessian explained, his voice calm, grounding. "They're nowhere near us. And even if they were..." He paused. "I'm the Alpha King. The Lycan is at the top of every hierarchy. No pack challenges me. No wolf would dare approach my territory without permission."
Another howl echoed through the night, and Liora pressed closer, her face against his chest, trying to block out the sound. She could feel his heartbeat through the fabric of his shirt, steady, slow, completely unafraid.
