The white wolf ran off.
Just before it left, its blue eyes met mine, as if it had something to say. It looked so wounded, so weary.
I couldn't help but worry. 'Is it going to be okay?'
By the time the police arrived, all they found was the blood left from the gray wolf—nothing else.
I had no idea where Bruce went, and I couldn't reach him.
One of the officers tried to reassure me. "Maybe he managed to get away."
'Would Bruce really leave me behind?' I wondered, feeling the unease settle deeper.
I let the doctors patch up my injuries, and then I headed back to my apartment, still lost in thought.
There was no message from Blake.
A heavy sense of disappointment filled my chest.
'If I'd let him come pick me up, would all of this have happened?'
When I reached my apartment, I was sh
