Looking away from Hary , she reached her arms into her hair and pulled hard.
“Damn it!” she shouted.
“Natalie !” he referred to as out, moving in the direction of her.
“No!” she shouted quickly, stepping back. She put her hand up toward Hary to keep him away. “Don’t!”
“But–“ Hary tried to object.
“Don’t!” she screamed, tears starting to pool in her eyes.
Her idea was once jumbled. Images of Hary , his candy words, kindness, warmth. Granger, his romantic moments, passion, and devotion to her. She shook her head, trying to push them all away.
More pictures flooded her mind. Hary ’s coldness, hostility, the sound of his wolf howling angrily as she ran away. Granger’s possessiveness and jealousy. Her own tears in her room at night. The pics got here quicker and faster, spinning and meld
