Pete POV
Angel and I were on our way back from the forest, hand in hand. Based on our desire, we were unaware of what our wolves had bin doing, but both of them seemed to be content and tired. Halfway through the park we were greeted by TarTio. She seemed to have been waiting for us. She looked contentedly at our hands and smiled a little worried at me.
"You have talked to Maxwell!" She did not ask, just stated it. I nodded and looked darkly at her, I had actually managed to forget the conversation, but now she reminded me of it.
She prayerfully held out her hands to both of us.
"Please listen to me!" I sighed and briefly explained to Angel what it was all about, I could see she was getting more and more pale with each word. But she did not run away, neither out of fear nor out of ange
