Fang wasnâ€™t happy with her mothering him, she could tell just by the expression on his face. But he wasnâ€™t in the mood to aruge with her, so he did what he was told. Once the bath was over, he decides just to go to his room and sit on his bed, not before grabbing a book. He then plops down on his bed and opens it, beginning to read. He feel the bed move, without even looking up he could tell that she had gotten into bed. He of course didnâ€™t care, he just kept reading the book he had grabbed. He eventually got bored of reading and decided just to lay there looking at the ceiling, he wished that his arm wasnâ€™t in a sling or or in a splint. The wolves of course by now had come into the room and were laying around the room. Of course by now they were sleeping. The sound of rain pouring down could be still heard, followed by the roar of thunder and flashes of lightining. Even the wind seemed to have picked up. Fang then looks at her, â€œLooks like weâ€™re in for a bad storm.â€ He says to her.