"We're almost there."
What was truly a few seconds turned into hours. But when he finally saw Maya, he gasped.
"She's big for a half-ling," Blaze said what he was thinking. There before his eyes lay a dormant wolf with black and brown fur.
"She's out cold," Blaze announced. The problem with half-lings was that they could only transform during full moons. She would be in this form until the moon wasn't at its highest point anymore.
"So you're back," Harlan said, sitting on a chair by the bed she was on, probably for examining purposes. Callum had back problems. He was older than he would like to admit.
"I am," he said calmly. "Quite a first day to be back." He stopped for a moment, visibly uncomfortable.
"What?" But just as he asked, it hit him. Gemma.
"You smell like her," Blaze said, melancholy filling his voice.
Sometimes Harlan didn't know what to say. This was one of those times.
