-Helena-
I was getting more and more nervous. My mates were talking forever! At least, it felt that way. I was just pacing and pacing, running my hand through my hair and down my jeans because they were getting so sweaty, but I didn’t know what else to do.
But even pacing didn’t help me, nor did biting my nails. Not that I did that a lot, but I thought I might as well try it to see if it might calm me. It didn’t, and I just kept going back and forth in front of the couch.
Goddess! This is taking too long!
My wolf was getting impatient, too, but we were both scared. What if they couldn’t agree on a method? What if they just ended up coming into the living room and telling me that they simply couldn’t work it out and we had to just… call it quits?
We would have to reject each other then
