The soft glow of evening light filled the grand hall the castle, it's rays casting everything in a golden hue.
The air smelled like pine, earth, and a hint of wolf musk.
I sat curled up on the castle's big couch, my body wrapped in a cozy blanket, while I was leaning against Marcus's chest.
He was warm like a fire, adn his fingers was gently tracing circles on my arm.
His touch calmed me in a way I couldn't put into words, it felt quiet, steady, and full of care.
There was something about the quiet between us that felt sacred, almost too fragile to disturb.
My heart and mind is still full of doubt, about me, about him, about us... But the world felt smaller when I was with him, less daunting.
I smiled softly, pushing myself even closer to him.
I wasn't just Foxy anymore now, the girl who couldn't shift.
Now I was his.
And that sense of belonging, of being wanted and needed, wrapped around me like the blanket I was clutching.
