~Fender~
I sat cross-legged in front of Ivan, looking at him who was doing the same with me. We were in his room, trying to do some method of him to control my wolf. He hadn’t spoken for several minutes. We just stared at each other. I saw him took a breath in orderly, so I did that too.
I wondered what he was going to tell me, doing yoga?
“Okay, I can’t stand figuring out without knowing anything. We have been doing this for 10 minutes and I still don’t have any idea about what we’re doing right now,” I complained.
He didn’t smile nor have any other expression. He just looked at me in the same way. Sometimes I thought Ivan was really weird.
I gave up! I didn’t speak anything until several seconds later he finally put out his words.
“You’re not concentrating, Fender. Concentrating is
