I walked into the room where he was working with a broad grin that spread across my face. He was in his office.
"Yes, I did hear you call my name. Why do you always miss me?" I queried while laughing as I sat in the chair in front of him and put my hand on the table while maintaining eye contact with him.
His face is unusual. I guess you could say that I have a pleasant crush on him.
"That is not what I am talking about," My smile vanished when he said that, and I arched an eyebrow in response.
"What do you mean?' I did ask, but his intoxicating scent is keeping me too engrossed to pay attention.
I did not anticipate that I would feel the same way as my wolf does; nonetheless, there is still something missing from me, and others do not believe me to be normal.
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