Chapter 112

• Callan POV
• Driving back home to the pack house felt different now that Ayla was sitting next to me; that feeling of impending doom had vanished; now I felt light; I could literally feel Alister’s iron fist unclasping from around my throat. The sun was still low in the sky, but it warmed my skin as it shone through the car windows. I turned toward Ayla, admiring how her hair glistened as the sun shone on her, golden streaks illuminated like slivers of silky ribbon. She looked so beautiful and so pure. When I looked at Ayla, all my problems seemed to fade away, and when she touched me, all my troubles vanished, and only her beauty remained. The feeling of dread raced through my mind, and I couldn’t have felt happier about it; feeling her emotions as if they were my own created a fullness in my heart. All that was left to do now was for Ayla to mark me and complete the bond; then I would be able to hear her sweet voice in my mind and find her wherever she went. But I wasn’t entirely sure how exactly she would mark me; she didn’t have any fangs that could pierce through my skin. After I had marked her and she passed out, she told me that she never actually fainted but visited the queen of the nymphs in the forest. The queen told her wolves and nymphs had been bonded together since our creation, but I had never heard of this; I also had been led to believe nymphs were just an ancient legend, stories made up by our ancestors, so I’ve not lost hope of never wearing Ayla’s mark.
• “What will everyone think when they see me?”