It wasn’t often that you would open up to someone. Usually was people talking to you, asking for you to listen. You are an Angel. Yet when she gently brushed your hair back behind your ear, and invited you into her dorm, Wednesday was out for time. You couldn’t refuse. You found yourself sitting on her bed, with her right in front of you, her wolf claws came out just in the slightest as she traced circles around your skin in comfort. You talked to her about what has bothered you the most.