Zidane had his hand wrapped around me, his breaths even, his head resting above mine. I brought my hand to rest on his waist, my chest lightly heaving as I looked up to him, then sighed.
"Are you asleep?"
He slowly shook his head. "Trying to."
"I am hungry," I said, and he chuckled, then moved away from me.
"Me too. Do you want to... hunt?"
"Hunt?"
He nodded, a mischievous smile lifting his lips. "I used to hunt with His Majesty before the whole thing with Isabella. We catch the meat fresh, and we roast it over an open fire."
I swallowed. "My wolf is weak, though."
"I have often heard that my wolf is twice as strong."
I chuckled. It was crazy how we went from aloof to confused to tender with each other.
"But you are sick," I said, my voice low. "We still have to take you to..."
