23. Ryder
If Carina was a cartoon character, there’d be an outline of her figure left behind with how fast she rushes out of the diner. I don’t need to watch nor use inner mate abilities to know exactly which direction she’s headed in. I stand, my large form squished between the small space the booth allows for and stride toward the front door. Humans watch me, wariness in their eyes, and especially the diner’s owner. She doesn’t recognize me, and I, her, since I was a young pup the last time I was here. For three months, no one in town has any idea I’ve been here, as I’ve been living as a wolf, sleeping in the nearby woods or in the shadows outside Carina’s apartment. If I can’t be inside with her, I’ve vowed to protect my little family from the outdoors. A hotel could cause news of my arrival to
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