=Niven=
“She’s close.” My wolf called, I was getting used to being woken up by him every night, but it was always how she was close, did he know any other words?
“Who’s close?” I grumbled.
“Niven?” I sat up looking around the room, the voice wasn’t mine or my wolf’s. It was a young woman, the same one with the dark brown hair that I had seen in the town before. “Do you know what day it is?”
I looked around again but no one was there. “Wolf,” I warned, “Don’t play mind games with me.”
“It’s not me,” he answered.
I stood up looking around the room. If someone else was here I would smell them. Ghosts didn’t exist. Who was this woman?
“Thank you for today.” her voice wouldn’t stop ringing in my ears. I knew she wasn’t really here, but convincing myself wasn’t the issue.
“She’s close.”
