The problem with writing letters is that you never know if the person you send it to actually received it. As the days went by, my anxiety about the whole thing absolutely skyrocketed. What if Elliot had seen how useless the book really was and immediately threw it out? What if someone else then took out the trash and did see the pages I had written?
Catalina is the only one who knows what I have done. Undoubtedly, Aris wouldn’t approve. He’d say it was useless and showed my human weakness, something he as a werewolf can’t afford. He likes to blame my faults on me being a human, I think it is his way to ignore that I am a flawed being regardless of my race, gender or species.
“Elle, Elle.” I quietly whispered to her. “Can’t you talk to your father for me?”
Eleanor looked at me with tw
