Winter
‘I’m okay, Fenrir. Please stop fussing.’
My mate stares at me from his seat beside my hospital bed. He looks disheveled. His hair hangs from its tie, his eyes look tired, and his clothes are crumpled. Fenrir could wave his hand over himself, and he would look pristine again. He hasn’t done that, which just shows how worried he was about me.
I don’t remember what happened to bring me here. I just remember Anita and Kitty turning up and saying that Fenrir asked them to watch the movie with me. I loved the film, and I was awed by everything I saw. The library scene was magical, and I giggled as I imagined myself in such a wonderful place.
Anita hadn’t watched many movies in her life either, and never a Disney animation. She did say that Dane had watched a horror movie with her, whi
