ZORA
I don't know how long I sat there waiting, but I didn't move, didn't so much as twitch.
The anger and fury I felt pumped through my veins, as imagined every possible scenario with him ending up dead at my feet.
At some point, I could have sworn I heard a cat cry but it could also be my ears playing tricks on me because no one in their right senses would actually keep a cat as pet, especially a wolf.
My knuckles were already turning white at the intensity at which I gripped the knife. For a second, I thought he wasn't going to come back to his room then at long last I heard his foot steps as they came closer to the room. He stopped briefly at the entrance before turning the doorknob and walked in, holding a cat in the crook of his arm.
"You scared my cat" He said curtly, stroking
