I listened half heartedly to my professor as he discussed the day’s lesson. I see the professor talking, see his lips moving, his fingers pointing at the diagram in front of him enthusiastically but I can’t seem to understand him. Normally, I’m the type of student that writes everything down to the last detail but today... my mind is elsewhere.
Elsewhere being outside the classroom and towards the woods, where I was currently looking. I’ve been staring at the same tree for almost an hour now. If I’m being more specific, I was thinking about the black wolf.
Alpha.
The way he looked at me, the way it sparked when we touched, the way he licked... he made me feel strange but I couldn’t stop thinking about it or stop imagining it. The same moment replayed through my mind like a broken vide
