Wes’s POV
Home.
We’re going home.
This is my only comfort as I watch Mish suffer is silence beside me.
Nausea.
Dizziness.
And . . . And fear.
Turns out my she-wolf doesn’t love flying as I thought she would, her scrunched face telling me she probably would have preferred a quick stay at the miserable excuse of an inn again.
“Sorry” I whisper, Mish’s eyes still closed as she replies, “don’t be. . . How much. . . Longer?” She asks between tight breaths.
I get up to go ask. . . Again, probably only minutes passing between the question. But Douglas doesn’t seem to mind, the human quickly becoming among one of my favourites these past few hours as he accommodates our myriad of questions, all with a smile.
“Only another twenty minutes” he answers before I ask, a heavy breath leaving
