Subdued Wolf

At Olivera’s cry for help, Vee slithered out of the ring that has never left her hand to stand by the bed side.

Olivera let out a breath of relief and sat up on the bed. She stood thereafter and began to pace from one end of her room to the other.

Vee said nothing. He just watched her, waiting for her to speak.

After a bout of silence, Olivera slumped pitifully on a chair nearest to her bed. “I’m sure you are aware of what has been happening. I’m sure that you are aware why I haven’t called for your aid.”

Vee nodded, and sat on the next chair, his hands folded on his lap. This moment, his hair was curled up in a latest fashion. Olivera couldn’t help the smile that perused her lips.

“You styled your hair. Looks good.”

Vee chuckled with a shrug of his shoulders. “I have to look good for my mistress.”

Olivera waved him off, not finding it the appropriate time to tease the being that sometimes made her forget that he wasn’t actually human. She had missed him these past weeks.

“Raul