MIRABEL REDFORD
Timothy looks different, manly. But one thing is still the same. He still breaks down easily.
Timothy can’t believe it is me. He pinches me to confirm that I am here. I am depressed and lost, but I can’t let him know that. He starts giggling when I start tinkling with him. He needs to come back to his senses but I don’t want to force him to.
I promised myself not to be mean to Timothy. Throughout our journey, the memories I shared with him were what kept me going. Although Spicer Gray tried as hard as possible to make me like him, I just couldn’t.
My wolf was on board with him. Juniper constantly would mention how great his body was although we were in the desert or the forest or the mountains. While we showered, she wanted to come out so she would, ‘lick him all over
