*Saige*
I look at Milo, trying to make sense of all of this in my head. How could he possibly move so fast and silent … and the dog too ?
“Milo !?” I know I am staring at him.
“Hi”. He says rather sheepishly.
I look around again. “Where did your dog go ?”
“He isn’t really a dog”. He says gathering the duvet around his waist with one hand as he stands up. “He is a wolf”.
“A wolf ?” I croak, I just have a belly rub to a freaking wolf. Thinking about it I can see how it definitely could look like a wolf. “You have a wolf for a pet ?”
He slowly walks closer, dragging the duvet like a weird skirt. “Remus is not really a pet”.
“Not a pet ?” I am shaking my head, like I might be able to shake the pieces into place and make a picture that makes sense. I have this weird feeling of knowing t
