Chapter 55 The boy who cried wolf

The wolf whined, a soft and anxious sound, and took a step back. I kept walking. One step. Two. Three. Until I was close enough to touch.

"Romeo," I whispered.

He lowered his head. Pressed his snout against my palm.

His fur was soft and warm. And his eyes, those golden, glowing eyes, were sti...

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