Clara took the advice Dixon gave her and let the two of them sleep in the house adjacent to hers. Even if they both wanted to sleep with their mate it was best that Ethan be guarded, at least that night. The male instinct was quite treacherous and they didn't want to risk the life of any member of the pack, let alone the puppy. And apparently it worked.

Ethan woke up the next day more relaxed. You could see it in his eyes, in his pheromones, in the way he stood and analyzed everything around him.

-Impressive- the wolf heard a voice next to him and lowered his head to find Fenrir's two reddish orbs fixed on him, more precisely on his golden hair that waved in the morning breeze.

-What's wrong?- the wolf was still a little reluctant and his body was tense.

She didn't feel the same urge as before to attack him, but also not to be as familiar as she had seen him being with her brother.

-Your hair. It's Wao- the puppy's mouth couldn't sit- My mom's and my hair is white, but yours is... lik