Sheridan
I mope around the tiny casita, my body feeling twice as heavy and four times as lumbering as usual. It’s because my wolf is on strike. She didn’t want to get out of bed at all today.
I haven’t taken anyone’s calls—not my dad’s, not my mom’s, not Trey’s. I listen to their voice messages, but they change nothing.
Trey apologized, but still won’t own that my life is mine to choose. My dad is still insisting I get back up to Phoenix. And of course, he’s recruited my mom toward that effort.
I grab a tissue and blow my nose, checking my face in the mirror. I look like hell. My eyes are red from crying and there are dark circles under them from lack of sleep.
I get a message from Alpha Green that he and my dad are planning to attend the Tucson pack meeting tonight, and he wants a fu
