Chapter 9
Finnegan couldn't sleep well the night before either. He tossed and turned all night, even opened his balcony for fresh air. He got tempted to spy on the room next to his -- and he did. He was surprised to see Bran's balcony opened, too. He gulped a bit nervously when he saw the sleeping young man on his pajamas, kicking his pillow in his sleep. He still does it, Finn thought.
Back in his room, at almost four in the morning, the twenty two year old lay awake thinking of the occupant of the room next to his. He had a small smile on his face as his eyes closed and he dreamed of the beautiful years way back.
"Wolfie..."
"Yes, Lil pup?"
"Even when I grow bigger, would you still call me that?"
"Yes. That's my pet name for you. So don't let anyone else call you that. We all ca
