16. Winds of Change

Grant

When I returned to the cave with some fruit and a couple of pheasants I had caught, I saw Angeline sleeping, curled up like a ball.

“Such a cute and hot ball!” Stormy howled in my mind. Coming close, I realised she was trembling, and cold sweat was drenching her forehead.

Placing the food in my backpack, I strode towards her and leaned down next to her quivering body.

“You need to warm her up with your body; that’s what a good mate would do,” Stormy barked impatiently.

“We are not her mate, Stormy!”

“Yet!” He gave me a wolfish grin and howled in my mind before motioning with his tail for me to get close to Angeline. Insane wolf!

I took a good look at the deep wound on her lower stomach, where dark blood leaked from it.

“It must be Elijah’s doing. That Demon-Wolf will pay for hurting my sweet Angel. He will see; the next time I meet him, I won’t be as merciful. I will fart in his face, kick his muzzle, and then turbo-poodle attack, lacing him with my huge tail and t