She didn’t love like other wolves. Her eyes had never lain upon something as beautiful as her mate. It wasn’t that she didn’t allow herself room to love more than one man; it was that she didn’t choose to. Every morning she awoke and collected her memories and feelings, Ever could always feel Ezra’s presence. His warmth was something she needed, craved, and couldn’t live without. Leaving him every day for her pack duties were like a knife in the stomach and she couldn’t imagine have met anyone else. He was her drug, her own light into a heaven bold and clear.
This man was tall, considerate, with eyes similar to a leaf’s reflection caught in a raindrop. But he was not Ezra.
“My name is Ever,”
The girl responded, acknowledging his compliment yet not referring to it. She knew he was trying to sweeten her mood, so she gave him a neutral expression. Her hands twisted in the cream fabric, rubbing two silky pieces together. Saphraine shifted his hooves and bent his head, letting cords of his snow white hair fall into his face. Ever patted him silently and set him off to graze in the woods. If this was all the peculiar loner wanted, she could handle him.
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