Robin washed her hands trying to clear his smell out of her skin. Her wolf was jumping in her head and causing a headache. She held her head in her hands and begged the wolf to calm down. She wanted to go to her room, but she remembered the wolf who was shifting in the corridor and decided to wait it out in the kitchen.
She heard a growl and fast breathing. Wilder was, hopefully, back. Robin filled her glass with water and drank it, not knowing what to do. She was going to wait until she heard him go upstairs to leave the kitchen. She expected to hear it any minute now but the steps came towards the kitchen and they sounded angry.
Wilder swing through the kitchen door and looked around and then at her. He looked confused and angry. “What the f**k?” he said. Robin opened her mouth
