Hey, I can’t help it, I said in my defence.You know that. You’ve been with me my whole life.
Every so often, Lielit glanced over to see if we were still there. Fenrir lay down, stretching his legs into the kitchen.
Unbelievable. He’d never shown subservience to any being. I kept that thought to myself—she hadn’t thrown anything at him yet. I still remembered that throat punch like it was yesterday.
“I suppose you want me to feed you while you sit there eyeing me up with your weird-ass eyes,” she grumbled.
I felt Fenrir’s ears prick as his head lifted from the floor.
She went to the fridge and ripped open a vacuum-sealed packet. Without hesitation, she tossed it into the air.
Fenrir leapt up, twisting midair—showing off—before snapping the red meat out of the air. He gulped it down without chewing.
Silence.
The fridge door closed.
“Okay, that was pretty impressive,” she murmured.
Fenrir chuffed happily before lying back down.
I watched as she continued making her breakfast, leaving me unsettled and unseen.
She obviously liked him.
As the day progressed, it only became more apparent.
Chapter 34
Lielit
I lay on the couch with a blanket pulled over me since it was almost nap time. I flicked through the various programmes until I found an animal documentary with a soothing voice.
David Attenborough.
I sighed. His voice was always calming. Some of the other presenters’voices were jarring.
I huddled deeper into the blankets, dragging the remote control in with me.
The wolf whined near the door. It was closed.
“Do you want to go out?”
He whined again and inched closer to me, remaining flat on his belly.
Aww. Give him a little head rub. He looks so pathetic, Bouda said, laughing hysterically.
“Fine. You can come here,” I said sternly,“but do not touch me. Or lick me.”
He leapt up so fast his claws scraped the wood several times before he bounded toward me. Just as quickly, he halted and lay beside the couch. I couldn’t deny his fur looked thick and fluffy. It was tempting to stroke the big grey head, but it wasn’t worth the risk of giving the other idiot ideas.
I rewound the documentary to the beginning and settled down again.
The wolf was still there when I woke up.
He followed me everywhere—even to the bathroom door.
The more he stayed, the more I relaxed.
