The only thing that made sense to me was that she had some sort of mental breakdown in that cove. That could be the only explanation for what had happened.
Ancient folklore tells of wolves whose fated mates reject them. The rejected wolves suffer from heartache so terrible that they wither and die. While those folktales might be slightly exaggerated by the elders of the pack, there was some truth to them. I did not feel like eating food anymore. Turning into a wolf, which was otherwise one of the most amazing feelings in the entire world, felt bland and disgusting. I didn’t want to sleep, I didn’t want to drink, and I didn’t want to play football.
The only thing that I cared about was Alice. The longer I stayed away from her, the more it hurt. I guess there was some merit to those folkta
