Confession

Olivera paced tro and fro the kitchen, biting occasionally at her thumb fingernail. For the umpteenth time, she cussed at her lack of a wolf. She knew that Nick had told her to wait in the kitchen because he had thought that she might eavesdrop on his conversation with whomever he had and was still discussing with.

Only If he knew that I am wolfless. She thought.

It was futile sending her away, she couldn't even hear them if she wanted to.

What was taking him so long? She wondered, coming to a halt at the kitchen door.

She considered opening it, and tiptoeing to the sitting room.

No no. She muttered. Nick wouldn't be happy if she does that. He wouldn't be pleased with her disobedience, and she couldn't afford annoying someone who had been so good to her.

But she knew that she was the object of discussion.

She was sure of it.

Was it the the man from earlier?

No, she didn't think so. Nick had sounded pleasant while greeting him at first. The person was someone else.

She was contemplatin