WHEN WE ARE BACK

Hand in hand, both Ophelia and Noah walked into the main house’s portico.

They were the first ones to arrive, the reason was obvious, Ophelia couldn’t sit still for another minute in the infirmary with Noah. The wind was chilly on their cheeks, Noah shrunk into the fur of his black puff jacket, its collar reaching all the way up to his mouth. His hair reached almost to the nape of his neck while the top parted on either side of his head, reaching a little below his eyebrows. His scarlet eyes were bright behind the dark curtains of his hair.

Despite being the future Alpha of the pack, he still couldn’t handle the cold. He stood at the edge of the stairs to allow the sunlight to warm his young body. On the other hand, Ophelia stood with her head up taking the cold air straight on. Noah could see the tip of her nose turning red with cold.

“You are going to catch a cold,” he said, his voice muffled through the fabric. He could feel the fur against his tongue.

“I’m not really cold,”