That morning, Harold took the second floor more than ten times. Whenever he got to the last bend that led to Alicia's room, he would turn around and wander aimlessly before finding himself back there again. So, for the umpteenth time, he scolded himself and returned to his chamber, but he could not sit still. He began to pace around and almost lost it when he found himself biting his nails absent-mindedly. When did he cultivate such a disgusting habit?
'I need to rest. You are troubling me. Just go check up on her.' His wolf hissed tiredly.
"Who said I wanted to check up on her?!" He snapped out defensively.
'...'
'Fine. I am only doing this because you asked me to,' Harold said to his wolf before he turned around and began to head towards the door.
'Yea, right.'