girl about the same age as Bloom. She ha s hair the color of milk chocolate pulled into a loose bun and a smile that could rival the sun in brightness. When she notice s Bloom she jump s from her seat and bounce s across the room to pull her into a hug. Bloom hug s her back with the same amount of enthusiasm; this must be the girl from the phone. I’ve never been great with names. Was it Betsy, Billy, I’m pretty sure it start s with a B.
Turning towards me Bloom answer s the question on my mind, “Bonnie this is Pike. Pike this is Bonnie. Her Dad ’s going to check out your paw.”
Bonnie crouche s down in front of me and rub s her hands through my coat, “Geez he’s huge Blu . Are you sure he isn’t part horse?”
“Billy keeps referring to him as a bear, but I’m leaning towards part wolf.” Blooms eyes zone in on Bonnie’s hands and I can tell she’s forcing herself to act like it’s no big deal.
“Wolf? He’s much too large to be a wolf breed. Well at least all the hybrid wolf breeds I’ve seen come through here. Maybe Dad can give you an idea. He is gorgeous whatever mix he may be. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a black coat th is vibrant and those blue eyes.” Bonnie lets out a whistle.
I d o my best to stay still and unthreatening as she inspect s me. Though my wolf want s her hands off of him, hers a ren’t made to touch him. I again look at my unaware mate and s ee the same struggle going through her. She love s her friend but she c a n’t stand to see someone else’s hands on me, but she ’s fighting the urge to push her friend away and claim me as hers. She doesn’t understand why she’s so possessive over me, but I love hearing those thoughts coming from her beautiful mind.
Grabbing Bonnie’s attention back from me she asks , “So is your Dad available?”
“Oh, yeah! He said to bring you right back. I think he’s excited to see ya.” Bonnie finally takes her hands off of me and stands up.
Just then a plump man with snow white hair and rosy cheeks walk s into the room. If he gr o w s a beard he could easily pass for Santa. “Of course I’m excited to see my other favorite girl.” He pulls B loom into a big hug, “It’s been too long.”
“I’ve missed you too Mr. Harris. Thanks for agreeing to check out Pike’s paw.” She hugs him then puts space between them.
Mr. Harris turn s his attention to me. “Anything for one of my girls. Bring this big guy back into my exam room.”
I follow the two of them in to a tiny white room and plop down next to Bloom’s feet. Mr. Harris snaps on a pair of exam gloves then he turns that million dollar smile to us. “Bloom , why don’t you go ahead and have that lunch with Bonnie. I’ll fix Pike up then I’ll bring him out to join you two.”
“Ok ay , but Mr. Harris first can you tell me what breed is Pike?”
He looks me over quickly then sho o t s back, “ H e’s de finitely a wolf hybrid and by his size he has to have a giant dog breed in him. Wolves alone don’t get anywhere near this size. He might be part Mastiff. I can’t say for sure. Has he shown any aggression?”
“He got a little funny when Billy was around, but I wouldn’t say he was aggressive. He seems more protective. I’m thinking maybe he was someone’s guard dog. Do you recognize him at all?”
“No, he’s not a patient of mine. He could’ve been trained to be a guard dog; he’s definitely big enough for the task. He seems taken with you.”
Scratching behind my ears she confesses , “To be honest I’m a little taken with him as well.”
Mr. Harris doesn’ t respond he just g iv e s her a knowing smile and changes the subject, “Well your lunch is probably getting cold. Go join Bonnie and when I’m done I’ll bring him back to you.”
She bends down and k isses the top of my head and whispers just loud enough for me to hear, “Mr. Harris is a nice man and