Edwin left 'the great manor' behind as he ran towards the woods. His gums ached, his body was hot, and his wolf was about to come out.
He cursed under his breath that he ruined the moment that he was envisioned for a long time. He wanted it to be picture-perfect for both and Ruth.
But when their lips met each other breaking all the barriers, he realised that there is nothing called picture-perfect. What felt right at that moment was one's picture-perfect.
And Ruth's lips on him felt more than just right at that moment. That was his picture-perfect.
But was it also hers?
Edwin shifted into his wolf form as soon as he entered the woods. His clothes fell on the ground in shreds. His wolf shook its head fervently, and he howled loudly.
He ran on his paws, letting the wind calm him down.
