chapter 12. A Wolf's Comfort

BELLE The wolf approached me slowly, maintaining intense eye contact. I stared back at him, trying to control my shaky breathing. He stopped directly in front of my face and let out a puff of air. I flinched. More tears ran down my face. Grayson whimpered. His wet nose touched mine. Then his tongue ran up my cheek and moved to the other one to do the same. I realized then that he was licking up my tears—but I couldn’t tell if he meant it to be comforting or if he was deciding whether he wanted to eat me. I flinched again in disgust. I didn’t want his saliva all over my face. 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