Chapter 7 -

Dingo POV

I went back to the truck and picked up the groceries and bone and went inside. I put the groceries away. The only place with any room inside the trailer was the tiny refrigerator. What did this woman eat, there was nothing here? Biscuit was blissfully gnawing on his bone. I walked back to check on her. She was much cooler now and the pheromones had dissipated. She was already looking better. I cracked open the windows just in case but closed the blinds tighter.

I sighed, not at all how the night was supposed to go. I bent down and took off one of her shoes, then the other. They were Converse that had been painted over. Each had a foggy grey and green silhouette of a forest running down the sides, simple and calming. She was wearing pink fluffy socks. I chuckled quietly. That was not what I would have expected.

I looked around and found a t-shirt. It was an old Metallica shirt, slashed with holes and paint stains. It smelled clean. I reversed the proces