***[Back To Citra POV]***
I’d heard the soft chime of her phone receiving
my message
- and imagined her looking at the photo I’d just taken.
Flirted with her
because she was looking at me
that way
and I was curious what she would do.
And took pity on her when she did
nothing
. I could have just walked away without saying anything, but I
told her goodnight first
... again.
Because I wanted to be the one to
end the moment
or because I wanted to see if she’d say anything more? In my mindscape, Vrika whined softly - already
missing
her presence.
> We’re better off on our own... It was just a photo. Stop making it into something it’s not. Maybe I should add this to her contact information. Yeah... no. I’m not sure what they call that here, but it looks quite similar to something from my world. A symmetrical symbol of folded lines with no real beginning or end. It’s not a commitment problem, shut up. Otherwise I would have just bought some camping gear and went back to live in the forest. <
Surprisingly, Vrika didn’t seem to want-
right
, of course it doesn’t want to go either. The Alpha is in the city! My wolf’s reasons are
so impure
.
A week would give me time to sort through my possessions and really consider
what I need
. Plan my trip to the hunter’s cabin... and perhaps even find some
paid work
nearby so I don’t feel that stab of ever accumulating unpayable debt.
The next medical appointment at the clinic wasn’t even for another three weeks, so I had time. To take care of other aspects of living here.
"I’ll take it. For a week."