Patrick POV
She almost literally curled into me when I pulled her into my lap in the spacecraft. There were a few seats on the spacecraft for others to sit in, but the idea of letting go of her felt painful to the point where I would rather drink acid or rip my skin off than let go of her.
Not that she really minded my holding her or showing any wish to sit on her own.
Truth to be told, I had never expected her to act.
The strong, hard-headed wolf that I came to know, now acted like a litera lap cat.
She clung to me as if it was freeing outside, and I was the only source of warmth. Her hands were wrapped around my torose as she buried her face in neck, not moving, just breathing in my scent. If I did not see her eyes open, I would say that she was asleep... but her eyes were open wide
