The silence between Aimes and me wasn't uncomfortable, but it was heavy, almost like a thick sludge neither of us particularly felt like fighting our way through.
I didn't know whether he was simply too tired to speak, or if he was angry with me for being angry with him. I couldn't help but remember the wolf's warning in my dream, about how I could irreparably damage our relationship if I wasn't careful.
Had that already happened? Or was I being paranoid?
Because there was also fatigue to keep in mind, even if wolves didn't get tired as easily as humans. He still had to be feeling it, especially since so much of his energy had been devoted to healing. By the time we said goodbye to our little corner of the abandoned warehouse, his wounds looked only marginally better though.
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