In fact. I was taking it far too well. Why?
“You have no idea how much,” I growled under my breath. I was freezing out there; my racing pulse was calming quickly, and I was becoming more and more aware that I was only wearing a shirt and a hoodie. Jeans aren’t exactly warm either. I chose to focus on him instead—there was something about that wolf that didn’t sit right with me. “Why didn’t you change to fight? Isn’t it better? Or is it because of your swords?”
He looked at me for less than a second, then went back to scanning the surroundings before kindly answering:
“That has nothing to do with my martial skill. It’s just that I don’t change forms, like they do.”
I may—or may not—have blinked very fast several times, incredulous. Not only because of the nature of his answer, but becau
