Chapter twenty six: the sacred wolf
Makawee's standpoint
'Cheona,' that deep voice whispered. 'Cheona, Cheona...' I gasped as I sprung up. I placed my hand on my chest and breathe out with relief. What the hell is that? I yawned and rubbed my eyes, I felt a little bit dizzy. I threw the duvet away and stood up. I wore my slippers and tighten the strap of my night robe.
The morning sunrise made the room look like gold, some birds stood at my window chirping and singing. I walked to the ensuite to take care of myself. I washed my face and then hands. I exhaled and closed my eyes, contacting Kale. 'Kale, are you there?'
'Yo mate,' he said cheerfully. 'How ya doing?'
'You're happy,' I smiled. 'Why?'
'I don't even know, I just found myself happy...' I frowned when I got a mental glimpse o
