Olivia
"Jake...?" I decide to break the uncomfortable silence and speak, after a fairly long journey were no more that the minimum words have been exchanged. Using the name he had asked me to call him, for the first time, was meant to drag him out of his sour mood.
"Hmm?" He barely listens, not even noticing I haven't called him 'Jacob', for a change.
Seeing as he doesn't actually pay attention to what I say, The question just slips my lips.
"Where's the wolf? I haven't seen him a long time, yet I hear him howl at night. You never mention him. Does he have food, is he alright?"
I ask silly questions, like a silly girl, but the truth is that Jacob never mentions the wolf, and sometimes I'm scared that the beast might only be a figment of my imagination. Despite all that, the concern is
