“s**t,” Suki whispered, rushing away from the window and scurrying over to her bed to find her phone. “s**t, s**t, s**t,” she kept whispering.
Where the hell is my phone? She thought as she continued to scramble for it.
Finally, she found it under a pillow on the floor. She yanked it and smacked the screen awake, but the battery was dead. Typical. She wanted to scream and cry and vomit, but there was no time to panic. Not now.
Where is my charger?
Of course, it was downstairs, in her suitcase, still yet to be unpacked.
Fuck.
Suki had trained her entire life to fight and protect herself, but her training had never accounted for the loss of her powers. In the state she was in – no access to her wolf, drained of blood and extremely exhausted – she was lucky she could stand right now
