Magnus suddenly went quiet. His eyes, reflecting the moonlight, darkened for a moment, as if he were listening to something only he could hear. His face shifted slightly. His jaw tensed, and his lips twitched.
I tilted my head. "Magnus?"
He let out a sigh and muttered under his breath, "Shut up..."
I blinked.
Magnus groaned. He wiped a hand across his face before looking at me again, longer this time.
"It's nothing," he said dismissively. "My wolf is just..." He breathed once more, heavier this time.
I frowned. "Just what?"
"Well..." There was a long pause before Magnus smirked reluctantly. Then he muttered, "He wants you to pet him."
My lips parted. "Pet him?"
"He's been howling about it ever since you came looking for me," Magnus admitted, looking a little annoyed with himself. "Says he deserves it. That you should scratch behind his ears and tell him he's a good boy."
