I don’t know what the shifter’s motivation is, but I’m finding it hard to be concerned. I’m too tired. Both my heart and head are heavy, and I just want to curl up against someone and go to sleep—and not wake up again.
The wolf lets out a small whine, and I realize I was speaking out loud.
I look at him. “Is it that bad not to want to wake up? It’s not like I’m wanted in this town. Nobody really wants me around. I’m so tired of fighting against myself all the time, telling myself I don’t care.”
I know I sound melodramatic. He probably thinks so, too. He’s a stranger to me, and perhaps it’s because he’s in his animal form that it is easy for me to talk like this. It’s as if a dam has broken inside me. I can’t stop myself.
“I don’t like Oakrest,” I confess. “I just want to go away somewh
