Zach POV

"I'm waiting..."

She jumps. The impatience must have slipped out of my voice. Then she comes to lower herself in front of me. For some reason, I get curious about her face. I reach for her mask but she jumps, rising and backing away.

"Please," she begs. “Your majesty. I can't…”

"Alright. Okay,” I reassure her. “No problem. I won't take it off if you don't want to."

It's not the first time a girl has begged me not to take her mask off. This proves she's probably a member of my own pack or someone I've seen in real life. Rich wolves are not the only ones...