The beast was as beautiful as the last time Hope remembered it, the big size wolf lowered its head and whimpered again when Hope stayed still and didn't take another steps to close the distance between them.
The beast closed its eyes and made a low noisy sound again, encouraging Hope to touch its big head.
Forgetting about her strange surroundings, Hope took another step closer toward the beast as its eyes opened and showed its beautiful ocean blue color, which slightly dimmed.
When Hope was close enough to the beast, she stretched out her hands to pat its head and feel the fluffy of its soft fur.
The beast made a soft satisfied sound as its nudged Hope's palm to stroke its head. The beast was like a docile big fluffy wolf until Hope's eyes caught a sight of its back.
There, Hope watched in horror when four lines gashes could be seen, the same wounds that Kace showed her the other day on his back. Hope was petrified.
