I saw a drawing on top of one of the bedside tables. I recognized it right away and walk up to it. “h-how do you have that drawing?” I stuttered as I held the drawing in my hand. The drawing I had given to my wolf. I don’t know how or when it started but my hands were shaking, my veins were filled with adrenaline and fear from the answer I could get from him. “how?” I asked, my eyes started to water, turning to him. He was still standing by the door. He was looking at the floor and his lips were sealed against one another. “you gave it to me” he said in a low voice, almost a whisper I could barely hear. I stare at him, waiting for him to justify himself. “please don’t freak out” he pleaded, looking at me “listen to me until the end and don’t be scared. I would never hurt you and I

