MIRABEL REDFORD
The length of the days and the nights are shortening and the weeks are running so fast and the fact that half a year is almost over disturbs me.
To make it worse, Spicer Gray has gotten much worse. He is so needy and now, he is forcing me to speak to him about the whole issue with dad. I can’t forgive him. I don’t know how he doesn’t get that.
He knows for sure I can’t kill him and it is why he keeps pushing and pushing. I have had enough of this. Enough of his voice and yet, at the end of the day, we have to talk.
I decided not talking to him won’t do me any good. We are all alone and most of the time we are in the forest and the caves. Rarely do we turn up at the humans’ village or any places remotely close to being inhabited.
Whenever we end up at a pack territory,
