Diana's POV
The whispering I heard all round the room Jorge placed me in when we got here late last night was starting to play on my anxiety. It's been nearly a week since we left England and I am either sleeping or I can't sleep at all.
I have refused to leave the room or see anyone who has come by to see me. I'm afraid of what I or my wolf would do if I saw a family member. Uncle Kyle I know has been here several times with auntie Jocelyn, but I won't come out to see them. They have three kids, all boys. Their oldest is a year younger than me, and the other two are on the younger side around seven and five I think. She was pregnant the year I left so I'm not sure exactly how old those two are.
I stare out of the window as I listen to people talking outside the room. Jorge has politely
