his wolf repeated the same question for what must have been at least the fifth time now, desperate to wake up his human who was pretty much out cold.
Wendell groaned, all but begging his wolf to shut up.
his wolf repeated what his human counterpart had told him over and over again.
he couldnât help but swear at the beast, holding back just how annoyed he was at his wolf. Especially after knowing that Wendell had barely been able to sleep the previous day. Even tonight he hadnât been able to sleep until three in the morning and now, his wolf had to go and wake him up.
his wolf growled at him, not the least bit appreciative of the rude and disrespectful tone that his human was using on him.
Wendell huffed, refusing to open his eyes despite what his wolf was telling him to do.
his wolf continued to growl at him until finally, Wendell pushed himself into a sitting position. As his beast wouldnât give up, he simply didnât have any other choice.
However, he didnât expect to find himself laying outside on the cold, hard ground instead of in the comfortable bed that he remembered falling asleep in.
Instead of being greeted by the end of the bed that he had fallen asleep in and the light beige that the room was painted in, he was met with the luscious green of the ten-foot-tall hedges. At the bizarre sight, one which he had never laid eyes on him, Wendell scrambled to his feet. He looked up and down, even getting up on his tiptoes to try and peek over the hedge but it was no use. Even with a few inches over six foot, there was nothing he could do to steal a glance over the green of them.
Wendell asked his wolf, turning his head in all directions as he glanced around.
his wolf countered, clearly not impressed at the accusation.
he corrected his wolf; chuckling.
his wolf said after a few moments.
But how did we end up in a maze? Wendell continued to question, unable to wrap his mind around what had happened to him.
his wolf corrected him with a snort.
he sighed as he began walking down the narrow corridor that he had awoken in.
Wendell sighed as he continued walking toward the end of the corridor.
his wolf hummed, not sounding all that sure.
Wendell hummed, pausing as he finally reached the end of the corridor his wolf questioned.
Wendell agreed but still, he wasnât completely sure.
It didnât help that he hadnât seen Troy since yesterday when he had turned his back on him and walked out of the grand hall.
his wolf frowned deeply. This wasnât the first time yesterday that his wolf had told Wendell that he would come to regret walking away from Troy, especially when the situation had been so sensitive at the time.
Wendell groaned, finally deciding to turn left simply because the maze corridor seemed longer that way.
his wolf snorted.
Wendell sighed as he continued walking at his slow, steady pace.
his wolf asked.
he admitted aloud.
Wendell questioned, holding his breath.
his wolf tried to assure him.
he said, needing to hear himself say it.
Wendell all but cheered in agreement, grateful that there was someone out there that understood him. That didnât judge him for feeling this way even though he judged himself for the exact same thing.
A brief moment of silence passed between them as Wendell continued walking. Once he reached the end of the maze corridor, he turned right again, allowing his natural instincts to lead him. Whether he was going the right way or not was still yet to be determined.
Wendell continued to ask, seeking validation from someone. Anyone.
Wendell chuckled as he continued walking.
Before either Wendell or his wolf could say anything further, the both of them froze. Wendell stopped walking with his foot raised in mid-air, even going as far as to hold his breath.
his wolf asked him a deathly quiet voice.
Wendell whispered back in an equally quiet tone.
That was enough confirmation that Wendell needed. Without so much as a second thought, he took off into a spring down the long corridor of the maze. He turned right, right and then left around the maze, allowing the faint, musky scent of his mate to guide him.
If bursting through the tall hedges was an option, then he would have done exactly that.
And to think that this was the same wolf that was having second thoughts about Troy, his mate; feeling rather uncomfortable that the Moon Goddess had fated him with someone of the same gender. Something which he had never considered or even briefly contemplated before.
This sprinting through the maze continued but ultimately, he felt like he was running around blindly in circles. He kept turning down the corridors of the maze but he didnât feel like he was getting any closer to the tantalising scent that was calling out to him.
It was almost as if Troy was doing the same thing as him, running around the maze in search of him. While they were both trying to get to each other, it appeared that they were in fact, ending up further and further from one another.
Just when he rounded a corner, he smack ran into someone. At the force of the collision, Wendell was knocked off his feet and dropped to his ass.
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