Slowly, I wrap my arms around her waist, holding on to her. I need to hold on to somebody. I always try to stay upbeat and positive, but at times like this, the deepest, darkest thoughts within me rear their ugly heads.
When Mary pulls back, she looks at my palm once more. “How did—I’m still surprised you managed to get here in time. Did anything happen on the way?”
I’m about to shake my head when I remember the man in the woods. It was such a brief meeting, though, on account of me running away with my tail between my legs.
“I ran into somebody,” I murmur, tracing the scar in the center of my palm. “He was a shifter, but he wasn’t from our pack. I’m sure of it. He didn’t know that I don’t have a wolf spirit. He was—” I wet my lips, remembering how my body reacted to him. “He was kind t
