{Marco}
I'd assumed that Brooke was light as a feather. I was right. She didn't weigh anything, that worried me but I refused to give in. When we first caught sight of her she was shaking furiously on a bench. Her cheeks were bright red and you could see her puffs of air. That cute blouse was stained a nasty color of brown and her skirt was much too high up for me to ignore.
But she ran away from us. My wolf whimpered upon seeing her run away from us in such a hurried manner. It bothered me that she was so determined on escaping that she had crossed the intersection and almost got run over. She was gaping at us like a fish out of water. I found it funny but truth be told, her tiny body taking in my heat was comforting. I liked knowing that she needed me.
"I can't stay at your h
