At the precipice of the reservation, I shifted and became a wolf. The sensation of becoming at one with the beast within you was always calming, like lemon balm tea. My emotions became primitive whenever I transformed, helping me keep to myself and focus on my tasks instead of wasting away my time thinking about things that were out of my control.
Such as Alice. She had made it clear that she wanted no part in my life. It was out of my hands. Well, paws. When wolves hurt, they don’t cry as humans do. They whimper. It did not befit me to whimper, seeing as how I was supposed to be the alpha, but who the hell cared? I was in the woods. There wasn’t anyone around. I could do with a few whimpers.
I let out my sorrow morosely by lifting my face to the moon, howling.
I wasn’t exactly done whe
