Tali's POV
I’ve moved to sit on the floor with my back against the door, my legs crossed in front of me, and my eyes closed.
Since Uncle Glynn and Abel kidnapped me and brought me back to Dawley, this is the second time I’ve tried to have some alone time with my wolf.
In the past, it’s always been her talking—or rather growling or snarling at me—and me telling her to shut up or ignoring her.
For years.
I think the last time we existed in any kind of harmony was when I had my first shift at sixteen.
Although at the time Uncle had been beating it into me I was a submissive, there were times my wolf and I were in perfect agreement that Uncle Glynn was wrong.
Even though I was careful to avoid arguing back, I wore a mask that often slipped.
Sometimes, on the rare occasion when my wolf
