She had been quiet for several minutes now, it felt like hours, trying to see the change but no blue specs of magic appeared in the blood sample.
"Salome," Joaquin touched her hand, "I swear to you, I am fine. You did well."
"It really— doesn't look like it," she whispered. "Gods— you just killed your wolf to impress me…"
"No," he shook his head. "Look again. I know that I am right because my wolf is still with me and he is eager to meet you."
"Joaquin—" She pronounced his name, her voice trembling as panic overwhelmed her, every sound laden with desperation and fear.
"He tells me that you should look again," the Beta insisted, "and if we are right, then you owe us a date. A real date."
"Gods, you can have ten if you want!" She brushed him off, not noticing the grin that spread acros
