111. NEITHER OF US WON
NYX
Those ruby eyes were so red they looked like they were bleeding. His muzzle slightly tensed—he looked conflicted.
That fluffy head turned toward the palace, and I understood… the strange little game was over.
The morning breeze blew through the white strands of his fur. An untamed wolf—and what’s more… he had a mate.
For a moment, I’d forgotten the most important thing of all… Isabella.
“Well, I guess I won. See you in a few days,” I told him through the universal link of his race.
He looke