Derry’s POV.
My head space is getting pretty crowded. Not only do I have the two mysterious females talking to me, but now I have Mickey too. A sure sign I’ve completely lost the plot. At least Mickey seemed to be able to hear me, because Winky and Blinky can’t, and yes, I have named my imaginary friends. I know I shouldn’t assume that I’m crazy because I did that once before when Hawk was talking to me and that had all turned out to be real. “Mate,” my wolf whines, getting my attention.
“Yes, mate. Let me take us to him,” I tell her softly. I don’t want to get too demanding when she’s only just started to acknowledge my existence again. I can feel how exhausted and scared she is, she is determined to keep going though. Only stopping for essential needs. I don’t know how long I’ve been
