20 : our friend

Like the night before, Bianca had fallen asleep on the couch by the fire.

Alpha Black had taken a blanket between his fangs and covered her with it. He then sat down on his hind legs and put his muzzle under the hand of his soul mate.

He would spend the next few hours contemplating her before the sun's rays ordered him to leave here.

The sound of clicking heels on the cafe floor caused the animal's nose to rise abruptly.

The high priestess Dhara walked straight towards the woman lying on the large sofa and the black wolf. Then she sat down heavily on the armchair in front of them and removed her lace gloves before heaving a deep sigh.

Black stared at her for a moment and then placed his muzzle under the hand of his soul mate again.

"Good evening..." she whispered.

The wolf ignored her and kept his attention on Bianca's sleeping face.

"How are you, Mad One?"

At the lack of reaction from her interlocutor, the high priestess undid her too-tight b