BREELYNN’S POV
“Galina?” I question the wolf.
The wolf tilts its head at me as if pondering my question, then shakes its head. “No, Galina is a witch, I am a wolf.” She answers.
“Oh, s**t!!!” I am scrambling backward, trying to escape from the huge talking wolf; I drop the stone cup.
The wolf lays down on her front paws, head up, watching me as I try to get away, but I can’t move my arms or legs properly to complete my task. I’m not frozen, but very clumsy like I forgot how to stand up.
“I am not going to hurt you, Breelynn; I need you to be calm. We don’t have much time together.”
“I don’t understand,” my confession sounds more like a squeak. “That’s why we are both here, to help you understand. Come, let’s go for a walk.”
She jumps to her paws, and on all four, she is massive. H
