When Sammy finished her water procedures, it was time to go down - it was impossible to pull. At any moment his father could return, and Sammy perfectly imagined how his meeting with Travis in his own house could end.They went down the stairs. Judging by the clinking of dishes, Teresa was in the kitchen. Sammy took a deep breath and pulled Doyle with her.When they entered, the mother threw a quick glance at both and nodded towards the table:- Sit down, the scrambled eggs are almost ready. Sammy, get yourself and Travis coffee.Feeling unusually strange, Samantha obediently took out two cups and walked over to the coffee maker. Travis cleared his throat softly, and Sammy chuckled nervously—wow, he looked embarrassed.They returned to the table at the same time as Terry. She set out plates of scrambled eggs and toast in front of the boys, and Sammy set out the coffee, almost spilling it with excitement."Thank you, Mrs. Wylie," Travis said, and Sammy's mother nodded.- I already said

Travis arrived around seven. Sammy solemnly informed her parents that she would go for a walk with him and did not know when she would return, which made her father frown with displeasure. But Ben only told her to stay in touch, and her mother smiled reassuringly.Putting on her jacket, Sammy ran out of the house. After her morning conversation with Doyle and the subsequent experiences, she was shaking slightly, but as soon as she saw his smile, all anxiety seemed to be removed by hand.He looked noticeably better. The bruises under his eyes were gone, Travis seemed rested and fresh. And amazingly beautiful..."You're just like a pickle," Sammy smiled involuntarily, and Doyle chuckled.- Yes, it seems that the wolf does not like being left out for a long time. Well, the next days, or rather nights, are his. In this regard, I have a proposal, - he hesitated a little. - I want to try today ... to be with you. It's so amazing when I'm a wolf, but at the same time I think, almost like a m

The next week was unusually difficult. At school, Sammy had several control and tests, new difficult topics, and his head was occupied with completely different things, so he had to gather all his will into a fist. Yes, and lack of sleep made itself felt - half the night she consistently spent with Travis in the forest. It became something more and more familiar, but just as exciting, and each time it became more and more difficult for her to be apart from him even for a few hours. Travis didn't push for anything more, which Sammy was glad about, but their hugs and quick kisses on the cheek happened more often, and she knew that everything was coming to a single conclusion. But she didn't want to think about it, it felt too good now.So, despite the general fatigue, Sammy was in a great mood. Defalco didn't show up at school, he was in the hospital, and she and Travis made an unspoken rule not to think about him for now. Travis, apparently, was almost happy that he was able to cope wi

Sammy turned off the alarm and unlocked the door. Once in her familiar surroundings, she immediately felt better. Turning on the lights, she headed to the checkout, taking off her jacket as she went:- I'll turn on the computer, Mr. Becker, wait a bit?“Of course,” said the teacher, who came in after him. - I saw an interesting book here ... It seems that it was somewhere here.Becker delved into the assortment of books on the shelf, and Sammy waited for the system to boot, meanwhile going to the back room and finding the book he ordered - the orders were stored separately.When she left, she found that Becker was waiting for her at the cash register."Here's your order," Sammy placed the edition in front of him. - Sign, please, in receipt ... Did you find what you were looking for now?"Thank you, Samantha," Becker nodded, pushing his order towards him. “I didn’t, but perhaps so much the better.” Stories are usually well received by ear.- What are you about? Sammy didn't understand.

It was a long time before Sammy realized that it was already quite late and Travis never showed up. Retreated, it was, the alarm returned with a triple force. The clock inexorably showed midnight, there was complete silence on the street, and Sammy could no longer find a place for herself. She couldn't call Travis, because his phone was in her backpack at her feet, and she rushed from corner to corner, trying to calm down.At almost one in the morning, Sammy finally made up her mind. She couldn't leave him there, alone, without help. After closing the store and setting the alarm, she called a taxi, deciding to drive to the nearest intersection on the highway from that place. Further, the taxi driver is unlikely to be lucky.She was chilled to the bone as she waited for the car in the semi-darkness of the street - Sammy hadn't eaten anything since lunch, and hadn't slept much the night before, and now she was pounding mercilessly. Every now and then, weakness rolled in, but she tried t