I might have gotten cocky, stepping forward without a clue where his room was. Yet I kept walking anyway, following the same path that led to mine.
We had met there earlier, so there was every possibility he would reside in one of the rooms.
My nose flared as I traced his scent, letting it lead me to a door where it was the most concentrated, and I stood in front of it.
My heart hammered, each beat louder than the last, but I forced my hand to knock.
I waited with bated breath, my palms getting clammy with the more time I spent. We were mates, after all, yet he made me feel like I was stepping into a dangerous zone. We had only exchanged a few words, with me talking and him fleeing, so I was bound to be nervous.
A few seconds had passed, and I got no response from him, nor did my ears
