He looked exactly as she remembered.
Rugged, scarred heavily on the face and larger than most men. What was he doing at Gravemont? And was Sylas with him?
Standing in a lonely path in the school or hidden in a silent corner had now become a habit for her. Right now, she and Wolfe had walked down to a place they wouldn't be bothered.
"Why are you here? How is Sylas doing?" She began erratically, too worried to calm down.
Wolfe made a guttural noise from his throat, and then he shook his head.
Fear clutched her heart, and her heart rate shot up.
"What happened to him?" She demanded fiercely.
"Nothing," Wolfe said, "He asked me to come and check up on you. I'll report back to him that you're doing just fine,"
"Then why the hell did you shake your head when I asked if he was doing fine?!" She half-yelled.
"I was talking to my wolf then, not you,"
She was angry, but there was so much relief on his chest now. Thank Goodness Sylas was alive and ok.
