André's POV

The breeze blew her beautiful hair all around her like a delicate halo. The worry lines on her forehead were pronounced, and her expression was filled with scepticism.

"André, I can't feel anything?"

Her eyes were still shut, and I could see that she was losing her patience.

I walked up to her, stroked her hair, and caressed her chin.

"You have to give it time. Just relax and breathe. Feel how powerful and perfect nature is around you. Feel your wolf stretching out and ...