Elara
“I said, get out!”
Ella let loose a rather impressive little snarl. When I glanced down at her, she had her fangs bared and I could see the fuzzy tips of little wolf ears poking out through her strands of hair, clear signs of a pup’s anger.
She was adorable when she was angry, I had to give her that.
But then my gaze fell on something behind her.
It was a half-finished puzzle spread out on the floor. The colorful pieces formed the beginnings of a vibrant landscape depicting green fields filled with horses, but many sections remained incomplete. It was an awfully big and complex puzzle for such a little girl.
“What’s that?” I asked, pointing.
She narrowed her eyes at me and closed the door a little further. “None of your business.”
“You’re working on a puzzle?” I asked
