I’ve been on the run for weeks, months even. I needed to choose where I wanted to live. Kira keeps pushing me closer toward the huge mansion. I settled in the nearby town.
I changed my hair, colored it brown, and cut it short. No more long blond hair. I changed my name; I chose my wolf’s name. Made it easier to get used to.
I needed a job, so I started working in this little bakery. I sucked in the beginning. But the owner was just the sweetest. She gave me a chance. She gave me a home. She felt like family. She took care of me and gave me purpose. She even let me live above the bakery.
I didn’t tell her much about my past and she never asked. But I had a hunch she knew. She noticed the little things, how easily I was startled when somebody touched me. Every day it got a little bette
