Chapter 83 The Meadow

• Paris POV
• I lay on the grass staring at the blend of colours dominating the sky. The beautiful orange and pink hues danced together to create an enchanting atmosphere. We’d been here for hours the stars began to pop out.
• Marcel’s wolf sniffed around the grass. He’s been in his wolf form since he left Olga’s house. He was in a bad mood. I appreciated this form. He wasn’t yelling or cursing when he was his big furry self.