. She was by herself. The chilly air from the streets got into the little room, but she didn't notice it since she was s

really. She glanced down at her stomach. She rubbed her hand against the silence inside, as if she were attempting to connect with the ex

ven know what I'm supposed to do n

got even

whisper on the breeze. She stopped and stared

len like dust. But the feeling stayed with her, eating

othing felt right. The flat, the calm, and even the sound of the city were all wrong. Outsi

en table and looked out the win

oftly, but the words did

she heard

nd it's too late fo

ted to race. She reached for the handle

s no one there. The corridor

sure she wa

feeling was icy and familia

her from the gloom. T

a companion to keep her warm, the bed felt too vast and

coming to her mind, searing her like a fla

e, his eyes weren't angry. It was something different. Something that

ll of something she couldn't quite grasp. "Yo

and get away from the gloo

y there, calling her

nd you, and you

with a start. She couldn't shake the no

s a s

e air. Her wolf was quiet. It had been for days, ever since Lucien's icy words of rejection had echoed in h

her. The trees swallowed her voice, and the wind carri

directing her, but they weren't. The q

mething didn'

e was nothing there. She shook it off, but the hairs on the back o

?" she questioned

hin

oo quick to see. But it brushed against her, and it felt

he jungle was ho

sight as the days dragged on. She stayed on the outskirts of town, trying to ge

w hum deep inside her. She felt a sharpness in her senses that she hadn't felt in a lon

ed in he

to them. A chill. She could smell the rain from far away, the fragrance

lf, trying to figure out wha

ade her heart race. Her wolf moved again, but not in

tepped back. She couldn'

wh