Chapter 83 - Oli Chameleon

"Oliver." He said with a gritted drag in his voice.

"Your Majesty?"

"Do you have problem with the Fur Breed?"

"Have a problem with the wolves? Personally? Pst, no! Buuuuttt... not everyone is as forward thinking as I am, your Majesty."

A slow flip.

Zezi closed her eyes counting in her head, to the end of the slow flip, I'm order to adjust the rhythm in her head.

It reminded her of her daughter. Mira would do this too. Each thing she did had a particular number in her head and she would always laugh in victory anytime she got it correctly, stress over it whenever she didn't. George would step in there, he always knew how to get her back on track.

Moving her hand up her chest, she hoped that they were fine. Hoped that George had found someone else,or at least was now better than Aunt Alice said he was last time.

She hoped they were happy.

A slow flip again, and she counted till it was over.