The moon looked beautiful to the point that Gal's wolf wouldn't stop complimenting it. The wolf has been on it for the past few minutes saying how much it wanted home because if it was there it would howl into the moon and thank the moon goddess for such a beautiful scene.
Gal on the other hand had gotten tired, of course, as always, and decided to let the wolf continue rambling and whenever it wanted to stop, it will just stop.
She was sitting under a shade, contemplating what to do about Michaela. She couldn't believe that Michaela told her that she didn't care. She hated the fact that her heart kept pounding in fear when she thought of the possibility of not having Michaela in her life.
Once upon a time, Gal thought it wouldn't matter. She was a hundred percent sure that if Michaela told her to kiss her ass. She would stand up, clap then ululate and scream at the top of her lungs, "finally, you have given me the best gift ever."
