Chapter 8. Your Wolf Is Beautiful

Nyla’s POV

“If you feel sick at all or scared, just let me know and we will head right back,” Jason raps behind me.

He had an option for us to go out. It was boldly written on the contract that I was going to be confined in the house without stepping out. I saw myself already in the orange uniform for prisoners. I was about to be imprisoned for infringing on my human rights.

With the conviction Athena had laid off, I finally signed the contract.

“No pressure, alright. We can do this anytime. We can come back later,” he continued while I walked ahead of him. The wind blew my hair which was fully castrated on my shoulder. This time I didn’t bother to tie it up in a knob.

We walked on a wooden surface constructed with plywood just into the river where two boats were laid. The air was thick like the first rain after the dry season, the smell of wet soil mingled with the sweet fragrance of honeysuckle.

The gentle murmur of the river was like it