Chapter Eleven
Jackson slogged up the street to his parents' house. Neighbors he'd known since he was a child raised their hands to greet him, but their hands halted before they reached full mast. A few took a hesitant step towards him, likely to inquire as to the state of his health. But one after the other, they retreated, thinking better of getting involved.
Jackson couldn't blame their reactions. He was certain he looked nothing like the well groomed, even-tempered, charming man he typically presented himself as. After letting his animal run for untold miles for the last two hours, Jackson's wolf was still near the surface.
The world still tinted a deep shade of silver. His breaths still came out as pants. He felt a trickle of fluid in the palm of his hands that was too thick to be
