Artemisia

The coziness of the bed he just tucked me in, doesn’t help at him staring at me in disbelief.

“I’m sorry, what?”

I chose the rip-it-off-in-one-go kind of way, and am now doubting my strategy as I have to go on.

I bite my upper lip nervously as I move my feet under the blankets. “My wolf isn’t responding to me anymore. She abandoned me.”

“Why?” He stares at me as he sits with his elbows leaned on his knees. “Why would a wolf do that? Is it because of us? ...