It had stroke midnight when called me to come to the center of the field. My heartbeat as I panicked if it was actually going to work, and my head was spinning.
"Golden? are you there? it's time," I let put to my interior wolf.
"Yes, buddy, I am more than ready," he cheered.
A sprint of hope illuminated my heart as I saw the light at the end of the cage.
"I hope everything is alright, huh?" I emphasized one more time.
This time, I received a growl as a reply.
The part had now ended and plastic plates, cups, and spoons littered the environment waiting to be swept of tomorrow, I wonder who might do that__obviously me.
How awkward that is but I might have to clean up the whole mess after a long night of uncertain sleep.
As I approached dad, I watched how the expression on his face changed, his lips were pursed in just a grim line, while his eyebrows furrowed as he glared at me from head to toe.