Size Doesn't Matter

TWENTY

Her brother went to his car to clean up from the road trip. He found his sister's sweatshirt in the car, he sniffed it. It did have a hint of cocoa and cinnamon. It was the first time he’d hadn’t smelt blood since the wood’s incident. He grabbed the sweatshirt and headed to the dungeon. He hoped her scent would make Gabriel’s wolf calmer, but it could backfire and make him worse. He walked over to the cell door and stuck his arm in with the sweatshirt hanging from his hand. The wolf sniffed the air and ran to the sweatshirt. He was hoping his best friend would leave his arm in tack. He sniffed the sweatshirt and gently pulled it off. He ran to the corner and snuggled it. He quickly pulled his arm back looking at the beast calming down. The wolf nodded before going back to sniff the scent. He left as quickly as he could. He went to his room; all he could do was worried about his sister. She was alone in pain in a gross underground cave. Maybe he should go back and check on her. He was so unsure of anything right now. He wished he could talk to his best friend, but he was currently M.I.A. stuck in wolf form. He was grateful he got to spend some time with him the past few days. It's been over a year since he was able to talk to him.