Chapter 12. A Wolf’s Comfort

BELLE

Grayson whimpered again. He moved back a bit and I felt something tugging on my shirt, and I looked down to see Grayson pulling on it with his teeth.

“Wh-what?” I asked.

He continued to pull on my shirt, slightly yanking me forward.

I looked at him, confused. “What do you want?”

I wasn’t sure if he could understand me, but then he jerked his head toward the bed and barked loudly.

“The bed?” I asked.

He gestured with his snout again in confirmation.

Why would he want me to go to the bed? And more importantly, what did he want to do with me once I got there?

“Why?” I whispered.

He didn’t respond. He just latched back on to my T-shirt with his mouth and continued to tug, this time with more force.

I was yanked forward a bit, and I gasped. “Okay, okay.”

I rose from my spot on the floor slowly, never taking my eyes off the wolf in front of me. He moved with me, watching my every movement. Once I was on my feet,