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For a while, there was no reply. I began to think maybe my most recent dream had come true, and Alexander was gone. The white wolf watched me with weary eyes as I paced the cave. “I have to go back! Alexander could be dead!”

Alexander is a smart man. He’s most likely too busy or around people that he cannot reply to you.

I sighed, flopping onto the straw bed I had woken up on, “You’re not helping. Whatever your damn name is.” I grumbled, running a hand through my tangled hair.

Graham.

“Well, Graham, you’re not helping.” I rolled my eyes, holding my head in my hands.

So it’s true. You two are mates.

I didn’t reply for a moment to Graham. Then I glared at him in suspicion, “How do you know? I thought you were some folktale.” Graham shifted to move closer to me, lying a few feet from me.

Alexander used to come up here a lot before you came around. He calls me his therapist. I call him mine.

“So, it’s true. That you can’t shift back into a human? Or did you never have a hu