Chapter 42. Racing: pt. 1

“Race my wolf?” Olive asked as she hurried after him. He was walking too fast, and she was still trying to eat. Why was he in such a hurry?

“Surprised? Or do you not have a wolf?”

“Of course I do. She’s a pretty one,” Olive boasted as they entered the elevator together.

“How pretty?”

“You’ll see,” she shrugged, popping the last bit of the sandwich into her mouth. “What about you? I bet you don’t have a wolf,” she teased him, and he chuckled.

“You’re right, I don’t have a wolf,” he said.

She laughed, assuming he was joking. The rest of the elevator ride passed in a blissful silence. It wasn’t like the suffocating silence on the first day of their stroll, which Olive had found so tense. This one was quite comfortable. Was she finally beginning to love the presence of her