“It seems he’s come around now, though,” he says and I nod in agreement.
“We had a few issues, but when I hurt my finger he came running as soon as he felt it. We talked a lot, and he’s been the one taking care of me and helping me with everything.” I tell him and he just nods, not saying anything and seeming to understand my feelings without me having to tell him. “Since my wolf was always stuck on the other side of the creek, do you think that’s where we should go tonight? I don’t want to mess up my one shot at fixing my finger.”
“I think it couldn’t hurt, but I think your wolf was trying to help you all this time,” he says, taking my injured hand in his and looking it over. “Some mates have a bond so unusually strong that they’re able to do things other wolves can't imagine.”
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