Princess

Gabe

My head throbbed like a mother. I struggled to open my eyes and I prayed for mercy. Who am I? A chuckle got stuck in my throat. Seriously though, where am I?

“The question is who is here?” My wolf asked, he was on high alert, at least one of us was. I grabbed my head before sitting up and looking around. My jaw dropped, I couldn’t believe who was in my room. I don’t know who I was expecting but it definitely wasn’t him. Leo sat at my dining room table as if he belonged there.

He was wearing black shorts that hung loosely on his hips and a white sleeveless shirt. His elbow was on the table, his head leaned on his open palm, and his eyes were closed. I tried to figure out what I was missing.

Why was he here?

How was he here?