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bindings, walking down the aisles, exploring my new found treasure. There are several seating areas, one with a grouping of big pillows in front of a floor to ceiling window. Looks like the perfect spot for reading.
     
      I search the shelves for a book. I find a nice thick one and call for the wolf to follow me. I sit Indian style and the wolf props his head up on my thigh. I decide to read aloud so the wolf won't get bored and wonder around. We stay that way for hours. With me reading to the wolf, with one hand on the book and one hand petting his head. I eventually shift so I'm laying down propped up on my elbows, the wolf snuggled into my side. I expect him to drift off, but he keeps his eyes on me the whole time.

Six
     
     
    T he next thing I know, I'm being shaken awake. Remy's gruff voice calls my name. "Kitten, thank God! We've been looking all over the house for you. Why are you sleeping in here?" He asks in an annoyed tone.
     
      I sit up and look around. "Where is my wolf?" I ask.
     
      "Remy looks stunned for a moment. “What wolf? What are you talking about?"
     
      "I found a wolf at your back door. I thought he was a dog, but Tristan said he was a wolf. He said I could keep him. He was right here with me when I dozed off."
     
      Remy bites his bottom lip. He looks just as mad as Tristan did. "Are you sure you didn't dream the whole thing?" He has the nerve to ask.
     
      I huff. "Yes I'm sure, I'm not crazy. Are you sure you didn't see him?" I ask. I feel like crying. My wolf left me?
     
      He must see the tears that threaten to fall. He reaches out and tucks my hair behind my ear. "I'll help you look for him, come on." He pulls me to standing and walks with his hand at the small of my back to the door. We search every room we come across but still no wolf.
     
      Later, I'm sitting at the dining room table, pushing food around my plate. We couldn't find him and I'm positive someone must have let him out and he ran away. I must be the worst pet owner in the world. Less than a day and I lose my dog. Wolf. Maybe he ran away because I didn't feed him? Why didn't I feed him!? I wipe a tear away and give up playing with my food.
     
      "Want me to make you something else Kitten?" Tristan asks me. I shake my head no. I look up and around. The guys are sharing looks between each other and giving me sympathetic looks. Finn, I notice, just stares at his plate, pushing food around like I am. I lost a wolf, what the heck happened to him?
     
      Since I'm not eating and he's not eating I ask him, "Hey Finn? Do you want to go for a walk with me?"
     
      He starts to answer when Remy speaks up, "You shouldn't leave the house when it's dark out Kitten. It's dark out. Besides, Finn has some things to take care of tonight." He glares in Finn's direction. Finn looks up at me with a guilty look.
     
      "I'm sorry Kitten," Finn says in a voice that would break my heart if it wasn’t already broken.
     
      "Fine. I just wanted to look for my wolf." I grit out, trying to keep my tears at bay. I leave the table, stomping off to...well… I don't know. I don't know where to sleep and I'm not sure if I could anyhow. I'm worried about my wolf. I head back to the basement and do laundry until I fall asleep, exhausted, on one of the piles.
     
    ……..
     
      I wake up with a stiff neck, shivering from the lack of heat in the basement. I forget why I am down here. Oh yeah, I lost my puppy and went crying in a corner like a two-year-old. I swear I'm acting so unlike myself lately. The plus side of my temper tantrum is that I got a crap load of laundry done. If this is going to be a continuous thing I might make the suggestion that they all have the same kind of socks. Pairing that many different kinds was ridiculous. I really need to find Logan so I can start sorting where all of this stuff goes. Also, I have a few ideas to run by him.
     
      I make my way up the stairs, trying to work the kink out of my neck. When