By the time the warriors had secured Marco and taken him away, it was already midnight. However, Francine, found herself wide awake, filled with an anxious energy that wouldn't allow her to sleep anytime soon. She sat curled up on the side, her gaze fixed on the mesmerizing dance of orange flames from the open fire.
Lost in her thoughts, she didn't realize how long she had been in a trance until Jacob, previously known as Jace, crouched in front of her, breaking her out of her reverie. She tried to sit forward, wanting to be closer to him, but frowned in annoyance at how difficult it was to move her body in certain ways now. She felt more like a big ball than a person at the moment. How would she be able to shift into her wolf like this?
Jacob slumped down on the floor in front of her, r
