Ophelia had been out for most of the morning and Noir didn’t get to see much of her. They say distance makes the heart go fonder, Noir could testify it was true.
His heart skipped a beat when he saw Ophelia smiling brightly at him showing off her pearly whites. She was wearing a black jacket similar to the one he saw a pack member wearing. Although this one was worn by Ophelia, they both looked very much alike.
“Well, hello to you”, she said. He led her to the French window and held her by the waist that way, they were both watching the snow fall making the forest look like watermelon popsicles with a crown of winter dust.
“Do you have Christmas here”, Ophelia asked. Before she became a rogue, she had never really experienced winter. She tried as much as possible to stay away from this
