Questions

“Can you talk to your wolf?”

The way that he'd spoken about him like they were old friends made me think the answer would be yes, but there was so much I didn't know.

James’ large hand engulfed mine as we walked away from the house and towards the trees that filled the back part of our property. The leaves had turned various shades of reds and yellows, and would soon fall off the trees, tumbling to the ground until spring.

Fall was always my favorite season because from the balcony of my room, the view was breathtaking. I’ve considered pulling out a canvas and paintbrush, and painting the view, but it’s been years since I’ve bothered with art.

“Typically, yes. But I’ve not been able to communicate with Onyx since the attack.”

I didn’t miss the sadness in his voice as the words left his mouth. He told me earlier that his wolf was like his other half and losing him felt like he’d lost a piece of himself.

“What is that like?” I peered up at him just as a smile overtook his face.

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