Jeremy
The moment I saw June’s wolf, I knew she was the one for me. Gold and beautiful, she was absolutely radiant, the only bright thing in these horrible sewers that I once called home.
I remember this place well. Too well. A lot of times when everything above ground got a little too much, I would slip through the garbage chute or one of the manholes and hide here. Many, many hours— sometimes days were spent in the sewers and now I was back.
The sight of June in this place has my chest tighten and flutter at the same time. For what I would have given to be able to have her here on those particularly difficult days, but then the circumstance of why she’s here now is what worries me.
Regardless, seeing her wolf for the first time has gravity itself shift from under me. Like all my q
