Leilani’s fingers curl slowly in the silken quilt cover as she forces her sleeping wolf forward, all the aura and power she has been hiding away spills out like a burst dam, flooding the room with its intensity.
Her whole body and her wolf working in unison to fight off whatever is in her system, she needs to be back at her best. As the sounds continue, she wants to fight, she wants to save the girl who is begging so helplessly. The sound cuts her deep. She forces her neck to move, her head falling to the side, her cheek resting down on her golden blonde hair as she stares at the room, a prickle of disgust running through her as she views the Barbie-pink walls. Set against the walls is a white dressing table adorned with a large mirror which only reflects her helpless stationary state. Th
