“Tulip?” I call out, following where the sound came from, Rosa just behind me. To my surprise, I sense she is downstairs. I take the stairs three at a time.
I skid to a stop inside the pack dining hall, knocking into a table and sloshing coffee everywhere by accident.
“Sorry,” I mumble out of habit, without looking at the table or anyone sitting at it. I’m searching the room, looking for Tulip.
I see her standing in almost the center of the room. Standing in front of her is a beautiful dark-haired wolf. They’re staring at each other so intensely, I can feel that nothing else exists for them right now.
Unlike other wolves, neither of them approaches the other. They look almost warily at each other. After a long time, during which we all watch them without breathing-- or so it feels to m
