(Alnilam)
As soon as we enter the room, the sight of the bed has me drawing in a desperate
gasp.
Amaia is lazily resting on the bed in her beautiful white gown. Her black tresses spread all around her like velvety ribbons, carrying our colours, silver, black and red.
This newness about her holds a dusky allure. Like a dark rose blooming. It pulls me.
Saiph's wolf form is grandiose in every way imaginable. It's lying on top of her, resting on her soft chest in a cosy manner.
Snow howls in my head seeing his older brother.
"He is our blood, my older brother. He is an alpha…" Snow proudly tells me and he is hardly ever proud of anyone except Amaia.
The mindlink forms and Saiph's wolf lifts his head.
"Zlatka!" He announces through the bond.
"Snow!" My wolf makes his introduction.
His head turns towards our younger brothers. Eyes hold intelligence. Power oozes out of every pore—the power of an alpha.
"Zevran!"
"Zelen!"
