Days went by with this deep hollow sense of loss. It was her pain, but it felt like mine too. I had hoped I would go away, but as the days grew darker, so did the pain. It became evident after weeks, then months that it would never go away. The pain in my chest was no longer just hers, it was mine. I hated to admit it, but I needed her.
I tried to discreetly ask my mother about her, but it never felt right. I knew she would become suspicious if I just randomly brought her up. It became difficult to concentrate on other matters, but I made it work. Staying away from Fiona was more difficult, but somehow, I managed to avoid her for the most part. More than ever, I wanted to get rid of this bond. I wasn't malicious enough to deliberately hurt her.
I had been able to keep my wolf a secret f
