But what else was there that I could do but blindly follow? I was out of options. There wasn’t anything else that could help me. Not even the famous witch could do a thing. I sighed. Just how is this going to work, Ansel? Are you really so desperate to find your own inner voice, your own self, by trying the last thing there is before you officially go crazy? But what other options do I have? I can’t just go and wait for my wolf any longer… If I come back without him, I’ll be nothing more than an outcast. Not to mention that the huge hole in my soul won’t be filled. I closed my eyes and ran my hands through my face. This was seriously taking its toll on me one way or another. Some days I was perfectly fine without my wolf, the thought of it never even crossed my mind. On other days, however
