I stare through the window, my fear palable. My baby is lying against the bed snoozing the day away while I'm terrfied. This isn't what mother's are supposed to do. I should be cuddling, playing with my newborn, not rooted to a window, feeling as if I've been shackled to the room for eternity.
The scarity of wolves around does nothing to to calm my nerves. I was back. That's the only thing that mattered. I was back and I didn't want to be.
Not here.
Anywhere but here.
A hand descends against my shoulder and I spin, finding Grayson. I can't shake the expectation of terror that has taken over my body, my senses. At any moment I'm looking to see someone, anyone, an omega bardging in with soap and mops, pans and bottle ordering me or telling me to get to work.
This was a nightmare, one I've just awakened to, cause even though a baby lies on the bed only arms length away from me, my freedom felt like a dream and I've woken up to the nightmare. Grayson hands inches away from me, he seems
