‘What is it? Tell me Bails, I can make it better, whatever it is, please tell me’ the warrior begs, his fears building. His heart thumps against his ribcage erratically as he stares at her, his fingers sliding around her hips and gripping her tightly as though his touch can somehow eradicate the worry and fear that is pouring out of her.
Silently, the she wolf opens her hands, revealing a thin white stick that lays across her palms. Holding it up to him, she proffers it like an offering, her gaze not leaving his face as he drops his own from her face to her hands. He focuses on the small piece of plastic, his gaze sliding along the smooth line to the tiny window that is inlaid into the centre, just above the cap, the window that displays two prominent pink lines.
‘Is that . . ‘ the halfl
