EMMALINE
I’m not sure of the exact time, but I am sure it is close to morning. I wait more anxiously as the time approaches and when my nerves can’t take much more it finally approaches from its night of watch. And I’m not disappointed as the smell of dark chocolate assaults my nose. Sitting in the centre of the bed I watch closely as the white wolf appears, as he has from the first night after the attempt on my life. He makes no sound as his silver eyes bare into me. I was scared that first night, unsure of what he was here for. His demeanor, unnerving me. He just stood there in the shadows and watched me until exhausted, I could no longer keep my eyes open to watch him back. As I had awaked that morning with nothing better to do, I had pondered much about the beast that guarded me the f
