L E I L A N I
I didn't see Fenrir for the rest of the day. He didn't come out of his study and I didn't have the courage to go in there. I didn't know what to say to him. Or how to even act.
But I did see Lyra a few times and she would look at me with her arms folded. She knew something was up. Everyone could probably smell the change in scent between Fenrir and I. They could probably smell the pheromones.
I was in my room, trying to read a book, but my mind kept wandering. I couldn't focus. I kept replaying the night before, the feel of his hands on my skin, the taste of his lips.
I was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Come in," I said, my heart pounding.
The door opened, and Fenrir walked in. He was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans, and he looked more handsome than ever.
"Hey
