Chapter35

#Chapter35

Conserving More Water

My wolf has never been the most behave when it came to being close to Atlas. Usually, she was the one looking for trouble, and usually that was when Atlas had his clothes on. Imagine the torture I'd have to go through when my wolf is near Atlas without his clothes on.

I knew my wolf was never modest and has outright wanted to claim Atlas as hers. But sometimes I feel like I have a demon inside my head instead of a wolf. I don't even know what's the difference between the two anymore. Both of them will be the death of me.

You're overly dramatic, says my wolf with a roll of her eyes as if she isn't overly perverted herself. They say your wolf is the mirror of your human soul but in animal form. I doubt my human soul anything near identical to hers.