"Don't move." His husky voice spoke below a whisper, my shoulders pressed against his muscular chest. I relaxed, feeling the small flutter of his wings as I reached out to stroke the long tempting feathers. His wings extended, slowly wrapping themselves around my body. "What are you doing?" I'd drop my arms to my sid...
Every year a student is chosen to get a scholarship to graduate at the official Werewolf Committee. No one gets to meet or even see the high society wolves unless they are lucky enough to be born into a family of wealth, or to be chosen as a scholarship graduate...