Heat.
That’s what he said it was.
Though I didn’t feel any different, aside from a few persistent but very vivid, impossible to shake images of us, I could feel the difference it had on Grim.
He wasn’t acting like himself. Normally playful, teasing and annoying, he has become quiet and serious and too restrained. His brows are furrowed. His posture is stiff. And his mind swings between total silence and chaotic bursts of thoughts.
He couldn’t really look at me as well.
And I don’t think he’s breathing.
Worst of all, I felt his wolf, like it was pulling at me, demanding something from me. I could feel the beast clawing at Grim to be let out. I could feel his wolf pacing, restlessly needing to be released… or to release.
On what?
I don't think I was ready for the answer to that.
