It's been three years now, my Moon. Today you turn seven. If you would have been a part of my world then you would have experienced your first shift and then maybe we would have gone for hunting together.
I am sure that you'd prefer deer's over rabbits because as innocent you look I have noticed the natural fierce stride in you that surges through your veins. Quite a sight you are when you get angry. Your adorableness is feasible enough to throw me off my rockers.
You have stopped visiting the Park, Little One. And, I am busy trying to find new ways to at least catch a glimpse of you.
Your Mother is quite a lady when it comes to imposing restrictions on you and prohibiting you to associate with other guys. I would have kissed her for that help but then again what I and my wolf yearn for is your presence and not some gratification.
Quite a tease you are my Dove.
Don't worry though, I'll be back to free you from restrictions and cage you in the confines of my love.
Take care, mi amore.
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