Third Person
"Mine."
The word echoed like a broken record. Everyone paused, then glanced at each other.
Rain's grip around Caelan's hand tightened...not enough to hurt him, but enough to make everyone slowly step back. Their prince, so small in frame, lean and delicate, was holding a hand twice his size.
"My prince…" Attam whispered.
But Rain hissed so loudly that they dared not move closer.
All three men stood like pillars, watching their prince hiss like a feral beast. Prince Rain had a wolf...one too weak to shift, yet capable of mind links and communication like every other wolf...but the sight before them was beginning to make them think otherwise.
Whatever had woken up first… wasn't Rain.
His eyes darkened at the slightest movement toward Caelan. He hissed and held the crippled prince like a priceless jewel without saying much.
"Mine… mine… mine…"
That was all he repeated.
Exhausted, they chose to wait for Caelan to wake up.
Meanwhile, Captain Caleb stepped out.
