As the sun began to sink below the horizon, the air quickly turned colder, and I was still stuck wearing this thin white dress—which at this point wasn’t exactly white anymore, more like a stained and dirty version of it. The second Elias noticed, he instantly snapped into his usual protective mode.
He quickly located a spot that seemed secure enough for us to stay the night and motioned for me to sit on a fallen tree trunk while he went to gather firewood. Soon enough, he had a small fire burning to offer me some warmth. But more than that, he sat right behind me and let me rest against his chest, his body heat radiating into me and slowly easing the chill.
I never really understood why I didn’t have that same warmth. All werewolves always seemed like they were burning up from the insid
