Mia and Amelia entered the living room shortly after Itzal. He observed in silence how his sister was cheerful, smiling, and chatting non-stop. Amelia, on the other hand, looked more worried than before. She sat on one of the sofas in silence and stared at the tablecloth covering the coffee table in front of the sofa.
Itzal pretended to pay attention to the conversation between his mother and Mia, while he occasionally glanced at Amelia, noticing how she looked at everything in the room except him. If she knew that her behavior only piqued his wolf's interest, she would probably stop doing it.
"My mother made that tablecloth," he said when Amelia started tracing the patterns on the cloth with her fingertips.
"What?" She finally looked up at him. Itzal pointed to the tablecloth on the
