He stood amongst the trees. His yellow wolf eyes staring at the castle, a window in particular. He watched as Leoun paced back and forth with one of the babies in her arms. He yearend for her, wanting badly to be at her side.
He howled sorrowfully at the moon. Cursing his fate. But why had he to suffer? Could he not be with his beloved? Yes. His wolf answered for him. He missed her soft skin, her beautiful smile. He missed all the love only she showed him. Her affections was something he craved now. She's mine.
And just like that his mind was made up. He shifted back to human and made his way to the place that housed his precious Leoun. He did not use the front door though, knowing that her family would never condone his visit. No, instead, with great agility and balance, he climbed up wards from the side. He reached her balcony landing swiftly on his feet. He made little sound but just as he was to enter he hesitated. Would she accept him? He was being selfish. . . of course she wouldn't wait for him. . . but he could not bring himself to move. He stood there like a shadow, holding his breath, waiting for Leoun to notice him.
The heart of a Wolf: Se bate la ritmul propriu. Acesta este la fel de liber ca vântul şi pământul şi untamable ca curenţii oceanului. Urletele lor, umple cerul aşa cum le numesc pentru a lună şi zeiţa. Până la ultima suflare, ei vor lupta pentru familia lor, pentru inimile lor fideli le aparţin.
