Mine. My wolf, Lucas thought.
Really? The man’s eyebrows rose. Am I?
Yes. Lucas found himself answering firmly. You are. My wolf.
Brave, beautiful boy. The man in the chair was laughing, not unkindly, but amused for sure.
Don’t you want to be mine? Lucas asked, boldly. Boldly, because, after all, what did he have to offer this amazing man?
What would you do with me if I was…yours? The man asked without moving those sculpted lips.
Anything. Everything. Lucas answered.