Emily turned to the wolf, who was sitting in front of her, and watched as he drooled profusely while panting. Was he feeling hot? It was unlikely, as the cold air was beginning to seep into her bones.
However, she loved that sensation, so it didn't bother her at all.
“When dogs pant, it’s usually because they’ve been running a lot. Have you been running, little wolf? You seem agitated,” Emily said as she adjusted her position.
"You know, I love the cold; I love feeling chills. Isn’t that strange? By the way, who feeds you when I’m not around? Probably your eccentric owner...” she added as Alexander slowly approached. For a moment, Emily felt a hint of fear.
Would he try to attack her?
For that reason, she sat down and began to back away. She no longer trusted him; she knew he wasn’t a
