It had felt good to run in her wolf form. Alyssa was able to sort through all of the human emotions and put them aside. She concentrated on her feral instincts and even caught a few wild squirrels.
Feeling supremely better than before and coming to terms with a few things, she decided to head back and get some sleep. Maybe she owed Dylan an apology.
But when she reached home again, the living room was deserted. Alyssa deduced that Dylan was probably asleep by now . When she went to her empty room, her wolf yearned for Dylan’s presence.
She fell into a fitful sleep, tossing and turning throughout the night until her nightmares finally overtook her.
“Worthless! Completely useless!” Alistair yelled drunkenly in his study. He looked across the room at 14-year-old Alyssa in disgust.
