To say that it was awkward would be an understatement. The second I felt the spray bottle leave my hands, I felt even more helpless than I already did. I thought back to how scared I’d felt when the wolves had come upon me. Even with that one wolf—Dave, I had to remember that it was Dave—I had been petrified. The dark forest was far different than the cozy living room of a log cabin. In fact, I was finding it hard once I sat down on the couch to feel terrified at all.
What was left of the shaking in my hands was caused by the nerves. I wouldn’t say that I was scared of what they were going to say to me. It was more like an anticipation. Nervous that I’ll hear something that I don’t like.
Or that I’ll find out that Jacob has been dead this whole time and the dreams mean nothing. That th
