Elizabeth looked down at her phone as it rang in her hands. She didn’t need to see the name on the screen to know that it was her mother calling her again. It was the third time she had called that day, and Elizabeth was finding it difficult to see the name and photograph flash up on the screen repeatedly.
The phone stopped ringing and the old photograph of them together at the café of a museum disappeared, replaced by the time and date on her lock-screen.
December 31st.
She thought New Year’s Eve might mean something to wolves. Sawyer had implied that it was at least more significant than other human holidays. But no one seemed to have any plans for the day, and he hadn’t even used it as a way to get away somewhere private with her for a few days the way he would have done in the past
