Chapter 117 - CHAPTER 116

Theia shuffles closer to her male. It isn't one that someone can see visibly rather a slow move, one hidden until seen right. She has the guts, the strength I can tell that. Phobos startles pressing the brake on his meal. His jaw stops munching and his hands stop midway. His eyes are void no feelings erupt within him. At least with Deimos, I could see the effect I had on him but no this male is different. He has an eerie calmness that surrounds him and his eyes look dead as if soulless. An emotionless male. He stands up abruptly his chair screeching upon the marble tiles ending all chatter. A pin-drop silence consumes the room as raging wildfire spreading from one wolf to another. Theia takes a shaky breath her hands trembling as she tries her best to hide them for she knows all eyes are on them. Grabbing his plate and a napkin he strides out into the open grounds. Through the windows, I see him settled beneath a tree continuing his meal as if he were finally in peace.