*Kyan*
It takes me longer than it should to finally join the others in the food line. After the incident with Malcolm, all I wanted to do was punch someone in the face. Namely him, but I couldn’t do that. There is a strict policy against fighting. Technically, Malcolm could file a complaint against me for putting my hands on him today, but I don’t think I’d get in trouble considering he was about to punch Emory in the face.
Stupid f*****g Emory. What the hell was he thinking?
Since I can’t punch anyone, I go back to the woods, strip, shift, and run for a good twenty minutes in my wolf form. Jaxson follows behind me at a good distance. He doesn’t have to do that, but he wants to make sure I’m okay, which I appreciate.
When I’m done, I make my way to the food, and Jaxson comes along, sti
