Holding A Wolf Heart.
he says one hand going toward my face, touching my cheek, my eyes closed, my heart did a big skip.
“I’m not thinking of anyone,” I lied, maybe I was, I’m not sure who I’m thinking of or not, maybe I am, but my head was all over the place.
“Liar, you see Stella, I’m your wolf, you hold my soul, right here,” he says pointing to my heart, touching the point that hurts so badly.
“Yeah, I’m holding it, I’m taking good care of it,” I say but I didn’t feel like I’m doing a great job holding his soul, I feel like I’m doing a terrible job.
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