Staring at her calm body on the bed, Zeidan couldn't help but ponder over what had just happened at the stream. How she had transformed into a big beautiful wolf was still strange to him. Hadn't she lived her twenty years without a wolf? How did it just pop out of nowhere with nothing to explain it? All these filled his mind more than Wikh's disappearance.
The morning sun seeped in through the window of the room and it beamed on Lyne's resting face. He ran his index finger over her face and she stirred. Her face was bright as if the sun shone through it, rather than a streak in through the windows on the adjacent wall.
"You're awake?" He sounded worried as she sat up gently from the bed.
Lyne smiled wryly as if she was still trying to remember what had happened. "Of course, I'm awake. What happened?"