AT THE SAME TIME
MICHAEL
I sniffled, cheeks still damp, as the room's weight finally started to settle around me. Zavier had one arm banded tight around my waist, the other brushing through my hair, murmuring soothing little sounds that had my wolf practically melting into a puddle. But curiosity, it was my downfall. My feet carried me toward the shelves, wobbling only slightly as I peeled away from his grip.
"Michael." Zavier warned.
"I'm fine." I lied, wiping at my eyes. "I just… want to see."
The shelves were filled with everything: books bound in silver threaded leather, moon carved toys that glittered faintly, even a few tiny boots lined with fur. My wolf pawed at my chest, ears flicking curiously. And then I saw it. A folded blanket. Small. Frayed at the edges. Pale blue with silver embroidery… and a faint scent, so old and faded it was almost nothing. Almost. My wolf howled, sharp and broken inside me. My knees gave out before I could stop them.
