The way the girl was acting was irritating me, and I was ready to walk away. Only Draven had made his presence known more than he had done in a long time. Lingering. That unsettled presence beneath my skin that he was able to create felt like he was going to shift, but he never quite does. I couldn't say if that was because now he didn't possess the strength to push that final stage and transition into his sleek and strong wolf form as often anymore, or if he simply did not want to, but this middling, almost-stuck stage seemed to occur so much more of late. Something was making him present. Just as it was making him uneasy. He was pacing within my mind. And I had no clue as to why…
My eyes drift over the feeble she-wolf in front of me, yet her stance looks less than feeble. Her shoulders
