Book Four in Her Destiny Series ||| ❝And the wolves became the only thing she knew.❞
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Two destines, different journeys, one epic conclusion. After losing to tragedy once again, she met a woman named Reeve on the run. Little does she k...
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The picture frame she had grabbed from her house was peacefully sitting on the dresser beside the bed. She smiled sadly at the happy picture, desperately wishing she could go back to that time where everything was perfect. Arch nudged her hand and she pat his head. Her hair was wet against her neck, fresh from the shower, and although it was relaxing, her mind was crowded with images of her father.
"I smell something delicious," She said, swallowing her sorrow, "Let's go investigate, guys."
She opened the bedroom door and walked down the hallway towards the stairs. She felt incredibly at home, welcome, but she noticed how the walls were particularly blank. Usually, homes would be covered in pictures of family, just like her picture frame. Reeve's home was void of family pictures and she was curious.
Her wolves took the stairs two steps at a time ahead of her and she heard a low hum of two voices conversing as she drew to the bottom step. She distinguished that it was Reeve speaking to a male. She stopped, signalling to her wolves and they flicked questioning eyes to her before they stopped, too.
It was a poor attempt at eavesdropping and she only caught the lingering words of we're family before their voices fell to a hush. She gulped, knowing she was caught, and walked out from behind the wall where she saw Reeve standing in the kitchen with a buff male.
"Mikica," Reeve greeted, "How are you feeling?"
"I mean, okay," She shrugged, "Why?"
"I could smell blood on you," Reeve commented, scratching a utensil around in the sizzling pan, "And you were running from something when I found you."
"Ehh, yeah," She grew anxious, "Story for another time?"
Reeve raised an eyebrow, making her uncomfortable because it felt like Reeve knew something she didn't, but then the woman simply gestured to the male, "I'd like you to meet one of my good friends, Fox. He will help you with anything when I'm not around."
Fox, of which Reeve had called him, slightly intimidated her. He was large for a male and he towered over her but when his eyes connected with hers and he offered a very friendly smile, her shoulders sagged in relief. She didn't know what she was expecting. Maybe a grumpy guy who hated everyone. She couldn't ignore how his presence felt commanding, less than Reeve's, but still strange nonetheless.
"Its nice to meet you, Mikica," Fox said, then raised an eyebrow, "Are you going to come join us for breakfast or stand over there like a fish out of water?"
"Oh, yes," She hurried into the kitchen and took a seat, "Thank you. For all the hospitality."
"No problem. Its nice to have someone new around every once and a while," Fox said, taking a few gulps of his drink, "Especially someone so special."
