I followed Michael to the room like a puppet and sat at the table. I looked at Michael in confusion, hoping that he would give me an explanation.
He seemed to know what had happened to me. Something had changed me, made me different from myself. I had a hunch that it had something to do with what Michael had said about me becoming a royal Lycan, but I needed Michael to give me the most accurate answer.
Michael sat on the table and gently stroked my hair. A mate's touch made me calm and happy.
He lowered his head and kissed my forehead. I leaned against him, clingy. I touched his muscular arms. They were like small hills with pulsations, strong and flexible.
"Are you alright, my little wolf?" Michael asked gently.
I was always pleased by his tone. I rubbed my head against his palm and asked, "What happened earlier?"
"Something that should have happened a long time ago, but you owe me for it," Michael said as he stared into my eyes.
