THE WICKED WOLF
Something spooked her.
I don’t know if it’s the memories of the library that she has obviously forgotten or something else, but I am not stupid enough to believe that Vasi has completely given in to me yet. That’s not like her. Even before, when we were children, it was not easy to gain her trust, to earn her smile and to open her heart.
She would fight me until the very end, and I was prepared for that. I have done it before. I can do it again.
Vasi needed a chance to think, needed room to breathe and understand things by herself.
That is why I didn’t kiss her. It’s the reason why I had to hold myself back, except to give her and her wolf what she needed. Despite my own desires and how those desires have completely consumed me, I did not mind it. My relief did not ma
