Crispen was running; he had no intentions of slowing down even though it was apparent that he was in pain. I tried every now and then to get him to take a break, but he nearly refused me on every attempt. When we got to the forest, he told me to stay there and hide if anyone appeared. He knew it was dangerous for me in these woods. I wouldn’t mind seeing Stella again, but his instructions were clear. I felt it best I just abide by them instead of wandering off, and you know… getting pushed off a cliff again into the realm of evil werewolves.
I paced for a bit and thought about the situation. What if Ronan really was this really evil guy? He’d been in my house for years at this point, and I didn’t notice anything. I didn’t like the guy, sure, but I would never have said he’s evil. Now, ho
