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Demi’s pov

I complimented his cooking and baking skills and he expressed the thought of showing me how to do all that he could some day.

"So how old are you?" He asked.

"Twenty-two." I muffled through my third cupcake, "How about you?"

"I am three years older than you are."

"Hmm, old."

He laughed, "What's your wolf's color, I am curious about that."

"She doesn't have a wolf," Haris answered before I could speak and he went back to munching on a meat stick like he didn't just give off vital information about me.

"Sorry about asking that." Dmitri apologized immediately, "I should really mind myself at times."

"It's fine." I immediately told him, "I don't have a wolf physically but I can feel her. Her name is Harlyn."

"That's a really pretty name." He complimented, "As pretty as yours."

We continued the rest of the picnic, making small talk and playing and I learnt a lot about him as I still refused to talk about myself.

By the time we were done, it was night and darkness had