I stepped forward, examining the area as if Damian would suddenly appear in my line of sight. He must have dropped it off in the afternoon, I surmised, remembering how adamant he was for me to not open the door of his fridge this evening.
I could hear Damian’s voice in the back of my head as he once uttered, “Let’s just say, there is a reason I am the only one able to survive out here all alone.”
Why would he feed the wolf?
I crept forward, looking down the icy cliff where Damian had dangled his feet inside of the water. The spot where he kissed me was unfortunately where the Tupperware container was positioned.
You smell so good, echoed in the back of my head, taste so good.
The wolf lifted his head to take a long look at me, and then plucked up a slab of meat to carry it towards me. He dropped it at my feet, and then waited for me to take it up.