"Young wolf, stop right there!" He heard the alpha king's voice bellowing from the nottingon cottage. He stopped at once and turned to face him. He crooked his fingers and he began to walk towards him. His eyes were red and inflated and there were darker haloes under his eyes. It was obvious he didn't sleep the previous night .
A wave of guilt washed through his wolf as he walked closer, each step heavier than the last, knowing he had crossed a line he might never be able to mend.
"It's a she-wolf, right?"
He looked away and nodded after a few seconds. He drew smoke from his cigar and puffed gently, ignoring him for some minutes. No one walks away when he hasn't asked you to leave his presence. He stood still with his head lowered like an obedient servant.
"You couldn't sneak in through your secret exit, right?"
He kept quiet because he didn't know what to say.
