POV: Hope
My mind continued to race even after I sat down on my bed. Something about the carvings gnawed at my brain. I paced the floor but I couldn't pinpoint anything specific.
How I wish Tim were here with me. As long as I've known him, he's always been able to look at issues from all sides. Even as kids, he could deconstruct a problem and come up with unique perspectives.
Finally, I flopped down on my bed. Training had really tired me out. Sleep should come quickly. Staring up at the ceiling, I wracked my brain. Why wasn't the beast in the last carving?
As I drifted into sleep, I felt my mind slow down. I hated not having my wolf or faery with me. I needed someone else's perspective, but not just anyone. I needed someone I could trust. My last thought before sleep claimed me was
