Marella turned when she heard a voice-the voice of her king. “Marella. I hope I am not bothering you, it seems we’re tied together however.” She looked down. Sure enough, the femme had gained a soulmate tie to her king in her minutes sitting here. She blinked. This rapid turn of events could very well make her into a queen. She looked into the solemn face that belonged to her king. “King Aegir, what a surprise. This tie must be rather new,” she said. “So we’re soulmates, are we? It is a rather new development; I’d ask you what you want to do about it but it seems you’ve asked me already.” Marella’s eyes flicked over the king. His swirled body was much larger than hers, and she wished not for the first time that she was an overall larger wolf. “Are you looking for any kind of relationship?” she inquired. “If so, we can make this work.”

“I’ll pull you in like the waves of the sea . . .”