One sentence was enough to make me impatient all day. I decided to endure my frustration because I thought the climax would come with much greater desire if I reached it while Rose was present.
After our conversation, I rushed back to my workroom and forced myself to focus on my job. When dinner time arrived, I was excited but tried to calm myself. In my attempt to keep calm, I remembered my wolf. He had been hunting the last time I let him run freely, so I decided to release him for a bit. After changing into a robe, I hurried outside and transformed. My wolf, like a wild creature, began to run. I watched the direction he chose, which felt strangely familiar.
I asked him to stop, but he didn’t listen. When I realised he was racing towards the fields, I tried to regain control and urged
