"Race my wolf?" Olive asked as she hurried after him. He was walking too fast and she was even eating. Why was he in such a hurry?

"Surprised? Or you don't have a wolf?"

"Of course I do. She's a pretty one," Olive boasted and they entered the elevator together.

"How pretty?"

"You'll see," she shrugged and popped the last bit of sandwich in her mouth.

"What about you? I bet you don't have a wolf," she teased him and he chuckled.

"You are right, I don't have ...