Oliver stared up into the sky, drowsy. It was still extremely dark. Only an hour had gone by. And it hadn't gone quick. Sunlight here, wouldn't come until 7. 6 if they were luckily. Oliver's blanket was wrapped round him. "What if somebody sees me like this? I can't look like this!" Oliver shrieked. He got up and looked in the trunk. "You forgot these sets of clothes." He said bluntly putting them on.
"Gosh, Would you pay more attention next time." Oliver said Politely. "It's like you wanted me to be cold. I mean, it is a Summer morning and all but it's cold." He chuckled.
Me Loves Wolfblood:
'Love is something worth fighting for. Love is something to be treasured.'
Jayden: Till The Last Hero Falls