~Tamia~

This was unheard of.

We sat on the grass for thirty minutes, and nothing.

"Do you feel anything? Is your wolf weak?" I asked, and he shook his head.

"Wow," I said, and he chuckled lightly.

"Sylvester is lucky to have you," he confessed, and I bowed my head.

"You were right, Tamia. I sh