AMAYA
As much as I know Trish cares about me, I couldn’t bring myself to tell her anything. It was like there was an invincible force holding me back.
Thankfully, she didn’t push. She just gave me a concerned look and went to sleep while I felt bad that I wasn’t able to reciprocate her gesture of goodwill.
I woke up early the next morning to go for a run as usual because I needed to clear my head, especially after that strange feeling I had yesterday when I was practicing the healing techniques in the book I was reading.
Halfway to the ridge, I slow to look up at the sky. The stars were yet to disappear, and I lifted my hand like a child and traced the line of a constellation whose name I don’t know.
“Tell me,” I whisper to the dark, though I don’t know who I’m asking, my wolf, the tr
