Artemisia
The coziness of the bed he just cuddled me in, doesn‘t help at him staring at me in disbelief.
“I’m sorry, what?”
I chose the rip-it-off-in-one-go kind of way, and am now doubting my strategy as I actually have to go on.
I bite my upper lip nervously as I move my feet under the blankets. “My wolf isn’t responding to me anymore. She abandoned me.”
“Why?” He stares at me as he sits with his elbows leaned on his knees. “Why would a wolf do that? Is it because of us? Because of me? Because I tore you away from your family, your pack?”
“No, no! It’s not that! And surely not your fault.” I shake my head, and he continues to stare at me agape.
As he realizes that I’m not talking any further, he gesticulates with his hands. “What is it then?”
“You have to remain calm,” I
