But peace in the world of wolves is a short-lived mirage. Just as I was preparing for my third throw, the air around me changed. "Thorne again?" I told myself, lifting my head.
I scanned every corner of the bowling alley. Somehow Thorne always ended up where I was, but why? Why did he always appear? Didn’t he have a life of his own? Didn’t he have exams to grade or an impeccable ethics code to protect at the Rector’s office?
He had told me his profession was the most important thing, but did he have free time to have fun?
A mocking grimace formed on my lips as irony ran through my veins.
His presence was like an anchor pulling my neck toward the bottom of the sea. I tried to focus on the pins at the end of the lane, but my legs began to tremble. The weight of the ball became unbearable
