"I used to always talk about escaping this place. Always thinking about it, always dreaming about it. I would take off and go wherever I please. But now when I close my eyes, I'm with you, Connor. And it feels like the ultimate dream."
Kiara has alw...
Song of the chapter is "Like I'm Gonna Lose You" by Meghan Trainor (I don't really like her personally, but I thought the song fit the chapter well :D )
Here's also a picture of Savannah, just in case you forgot!
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Chapter 22
Connor POV
We'd been training for these past couple of weeks. Every morning, bright and early, much to Kiara's distaste. Except now the ground was blanketed in white, fluffy snow. As the dreaded thought of her upcoming birthday kept increasing, so did the sessions. And so did my nerves.
I grit my teeth as Kiara pounced on a small bird in her wolf from, trying to catch in between her large paws. I fought the urge to snap, but time was running out and playing in the tall grass wasn't going to help her fight me when the time came. The thought had my heart plummet down to the bottom of my stomach.
"Kiara," I called, attempting to sound upbeat and level headed, instead of tense and uptight.
She didn't even look up. She was too focused on that bird. I couldn't help but crack a smile. As much as I wanted to be annoyed, her playfulness was endearing to me instead of frustrating. She was beautiful; I couldn't believe I was calling a wolf beautiful, but she was. She was so happy and free and it made me want to bottle this sight and keep it in my mind forever.
She was making me soft.
At that moment, I felt my phone vibrate in the pocket of my jeans. A text from Saxton, no doubt, asking me for any new information of how the plan was going. I held back a snarl as I reached into my pocket and powered the damn thing down for good.
Suddenly, I was thrown on the ground with a dull thud, clouds of dirt settling around me to reveal Kiara's wolf face glaring down at me, eyes narrowed. Her paws were on my shoulders, pinning me down as her hind legs locked my feet into place. Her menacing look lasted for about five seconds until it was replaced by a wolfish grin, her nose nuzzling into my neck.
When she pounced off of me, I couldn't help but laugh as I brushed the dirt off my jeans.
"That was great," I laughed. My shit eating grin was wide with pride. I hadn't even seen her coming; she leveled her breathing enough to where she was practically silent. She was finally learning, and we were finally seeing some progress.
She scampered quickly behind a tree, reappearing in cutoff shorts and a simple tank. "Does that mean we can be done now?" she asked, hands on her hips.
