"I think she likes you."
A soft voice whispering right in her ear made Aria venture to open her eyes. She saw the same wolf now nuzzling her nose at her jeans-clad knees.
Aria turned back to Lyod with a questioning look, and after getting a reassuring smile from the young man, Aria pulled her hand out of her jacket pocket and stroked the top of the wolf's head.
Her fur was pleasant to her skin but not as soft as Lyod's fur when the wolf boy shifted into his feral form.
Nevertheless, Aria liked it, and the female wolf seemed to enjoy her pats.
The wolf even started to lick her hands, making Aria tingle and her lips curled into a smile.
"Does she have a name?"
"Adora. Her name is Adora."
"Adora. It suits her. But why doesn't she like all the girls around you? Did you introduce all your lovers to her?"
"Is that a jealous tone I hear?"
Aria scoffed sarcastically. "Who said I'm jealous?"
