Knox's wolf made its way to me. He whimpers at me. I look at him confusingly. But before I could understand I was made to sit on his wolf's back, it was hard to tell who made me sit without turning but yeah. I simply stayed on his back as he took off.
I learned why male wolves don't suffer as much as female wolves do. It's like when the male wolf sees his mate in pain and not being able to do anything about it makes it agonizingly painful for them. I don't know if the fact makes me sad for them or happy. I am happy they get their fair share of pain but at the same time, I also dislike the fact.
I was so in my dreamland that I didn't notice Knox had shifted back and now has layed me on the bed on my stomach. As I told him I didn't notice he shifted back so I turned around to check my surroundings only to quickly bury my head in the pillow. Knox's rich laughter filled the room. It warmed my already racing heart.
