Taylor’s P.O.V.
A slow smile spread over Nico’s face as he heard me say the words. And I sighed, not even remembering what his wolf had looked like. I had only seen it once that awful night down at the docks and at that exact moment so many things had been happening that I felt as if I hadn’t had the right time to actually look at him. I was even doubting the color of his fur. Was he grey or brown? Spotted or just one shade on his fur? And somehow, I felt awful not knowing this anymore. Especially when Nico’s wolf was such a vital part of him. I should know, I wanted to know.
“Does he have a name, your wolf, I mean?” I asked Nico, who nodded at me and started to look down at the ground. I could basically see the ‘eureka’ on his face once he found his pants. He let go of me just long enou
