Azaria was home alone with Wolf, enjoying the quiet evening before work started again in the morning. The day had been peaceful, and she intended to spend the rest of the night relaxing. There were no plans, no obligations, and no interruptions. It was just her and Wolf enjoying the calm atmosphere of the apartment.
Wolf stayed close to her as usual, never too far away. Over the time she had spent with him, she had grown accustomed to his presence and his little habits. He had become a constant companion around the house, and even a quiet evening felt less lonely with him there.
Then a knock came at the door and Azaria looked up in confusion. She had not been expecting anyone, and for a moment she wondered who could possibly be visiting her at that hour. She'd already had a call with Theon earlier and they'd wished one another goodnight, so it couldn't have been him.
