I’ll die of heat.
“You aren’t meta-dogs.”
Hearing this sentence, I immediately opened my eyes to meet those of Jensen who looked at me sharply.
Then, a quick look to my right and my left helped me understand why my very recent friend had just shared his thoughts.
Erwan and Malcolm were curled up against me snoring like the blessed.
I struggled to get out of this human hot dog.
It didn’t wake them up too much.
“Why do you say that?” I asked him, trying to look at ease.
I tried to free my trapped leg from Erwan’s.
“Meta-dogs have lost this habit.”
“What habit?”
With his index finger, Jensen pointed to the two wolves snoozing on my bed. My eyes didn’t linger more than three seconds on the brown duo. They promptly returned to Jensen.
He carefully examined me with his pretty green e
