Chapter Sixty-One.

Zorien’s POV.

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After my pup leaves in Kitra’s car with her friends, I stride into my study where I’ve got matters waiting for my attention. I’m becoming aware of my pup as the days roll by. It’s because she’s gradually gravitating toward the day she finally comes of age. Not just her private conversations with her wolf, I can predict the direction of her thoughts and can easily decipher her distress.

My perception of her topples over every other perception, aggravating my craving to have her and marring my restraints to wait it out. I feel her all the time and the swishing colors of her switching emotions make my chest crumple with forlorn when she’s absent for too long.

The way she melted in my arms last night, tells me she’s undergoing what I’m battling with. She just doesn’t know it yet. How mesmerizing it felt to watch her ease into my arms, feel her beautiful fingers course through my hair, and even be audacious to grip at it.

Tsk, the night ended too quickly.

My short