RHEA
I spent the rest of the afternoon working on the shed, glancing over my shoulder and half expecting Darius to materialize in front of me.
Calm down, I chide myself, checking the last of the boxes and fastening the chain, securing it to the garage.
I force myself to remain calm. Not the jittering feeling I felt in my stomach, like knots twisting. Not in the nervous bad way, but it was excitement I felt.
A large part of me was actually expecting Darius's arrival. I force down the bubbling feeling in my gut. This won't do, I grit my teeth, standing up straight.
Walking out of the shed, my eyes scan the terrain despite myself, and Darius is nowhere to be found. I would sense his wolf if he was near, unless he was intentionally trying to hide it.
My shoulders sag in defeat, and I hat
